"Is you in love with that red-headed Maurice Richmond an'
jes' a-foolin' o' me?" he asked with dignity.
A bright flush dyed crimson the young lady's pretty face.
She put her arm around the childish, graceful figure and
drew the little boy to the sofa beside her.
"Now, honey, you mustn't be silly," she said gently, "you
are my own, dear, little sweetheart."
"An' I reckon he's yo' own, dear, big sweetheart," said the
jealous Billy. "Well, all I got to say is thishere; if he's
a-goin' to come to see you ev'y day then I ain't never
comin' no mo'. He's been acarryin' on his foolishness 'bout
's long as I can stand it. You got to chose 'tween us right
this minute; he come down here mos' ev'y day, he's tuck you
drivin' more'n fifty hundred times, an' he's give you all
the candy you can stuff."
"He is not the only one who comes to see me," she said smiling
down at him. "Jimmy comes often and Len Hamner and Will Reid.
Don't you want them to come?"
"Don't nobody pay no 'tention to Jimmy," he replied
contemptuously; "he ain't nothin' but a baby, an' them other
mens can come if you wants 'em to; but," said Billy, with a
lover's unerring intuition, "I ain't a-goin' to stand fer that
long-legged, sorrel-top Maurice Richmond a-trottin' his great
big carkiss down here ev'y minute.
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