Marie Yarbrough was a little girl much admired by the two
boys, as she had a pony and cart of her very own. However,
she lived in a different part of the town and attended
another Sunday-School, so they had no speaking acquaintance
with her.
"I jus' wanted to talk to you," went on the counterfeit
Marie, stifling a laugh and trying to talk like a girl. "I
think you're 'bout the sweetest little boy they is and I
want you to come to my party."
"I sho' will," screamed the gratified Billy, "if Aunt
Minerva'll lemme. What make you talk so much like Jimmy?"
"Who?--that little old Jimmy Garner? I hope I don't talk like
that chicken, he's 'bout the measliest boy they is and I like
you 'nother sight better 'n him. you're a plumb jim-dandy,
Billy," came from the doorway.
"So's you," howled back the delighted and flattered Billy.
Jimmy thought he would pop wide open in his efforts to keep
from laughing.
"How 'd you like to be my sweetheart?" he asked.
"I's already promise' to marry Miss Cecilia when I puts on
long pants, but if we ever gits a 'vorce I'd 'nother sight
ruther have you 'n anybody.
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