You can be my ladyfrien',
anyhow," was the loud reply.
"I'm coming for you to go riding in my little pony and cart,"
said a giggling Jimmy.
"All right, I's going to ask Aunt Minerva to lemme go. Can't
we take Jimmy too?"
This was too much for the little boy. He had held himself in
as long as possible. He burst into a peal of laughter so
merry and so loud that Billy, turning, quickly, almost fell
out of the chair.
"What you doin', a-listening to me talk to Marie Yarbrough
th'oo the telephone?" he questioned angrily.
"Marie your pig's foot," was the inelegant response. "That
was just me a-talking to you all the time. You all time
think you talking to little girls and all time 'tain't
nobody but me."
A light dawned upon the innocent one. He promptly hung up
the receiver and got down out of the chair. Before Jimmy was
fully aware of his intention, Billy had thrown him to the floor
and was giving him a good pommeling.
"Say you got 'nough?" he growled from ibis position astride of
the other boy.
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