"
"The whale vomicked him up," said Jimmy.
"What sorter thing is a octopus like what y' all say is in
Miss Pollie Bumpus's head?" asked Billy.
"'Tain't a octopus, it's a polypus," explained Frances, "'cause
she's named Miss Pollie. It's a someping that grows in your
nose and has to be named what you's named. She's named Miss
Pollie and she's got a polypus."
"I'm mighty glad my mama ain't got no Eva-pus in her head,"
was Jimmy's comment. "Ain't you glad, Billy, your Aunt
Minerva ain't got no Miss Minervapus?"
"I sho' is," fervently replied Miss Minerva's nephew; "she's
hard 'nough to manage now like she is."
"I'm awful good to Miss Pollie," said Frances. "I take her
someping good to eat 'most every day. I took her two pieces
of pie this morning; I ate up one piece on the way and she
gimme the other piece when I got there. I jus' don't believe
she could get 'long at all 'thout me to carry her the good
things to eat that my mama sends her; I takes her pies all
the time, she says they're the best smelling pies ever she
smelt.
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