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"Lemme see yo' big toe what was shot off by all them Yankees
and Injuns what you killed in the war," said Billy to Miss
Minerva's beau.
The Major smiled at the little boy; a man-to-man smile, full
of good comradeship, humor, and understanding. Billy's
little heart went out to him at once.
"I can't take off my shoes at present," said the veteran.
"Well, I must be going; I feel all right now."
Billy looked at him with big, solemn eyes.
"You couldn't never go 'thout yo' pants, could you?" he
asked, "'cause Aunt Minerva jest nachelly despises pants."
The man eyed him quizzically.
"Well, no; I don't think I could," he replied; "I don't
think I'd look any better in a Mother Hubbard or a kimono."
The little boy sighed.
"Which you think is the fitteness name," asked he, "Billy or
William."
"Billy, Billy," enthusiastically came the reply.
"I like mens," said William Green Hill, "I sho' wisht you
could come and live right here with me and Aunt Minerva.
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