I wish Aunt Minerva 'd let
me put on long pants to-morrer so 's we could git married."
He caught sight of a new ring sparkling on her finger.
"Who give you that ring?" he asked sharply.
"A little bird brought it to me," she said, trying to speak
gayly, and blushing again.
"A big, red-headed peckerwood," said Billy savagely.
"Maurice loves you, too,"--she hoped to conciliate him; "he
says you are the brightest kid in town."
"Kid," was the scornful echo, "'cause he's so big and tall,
he's got to call me a kid. Well, he'd jes' awasting' hi'self
lovin' me; I don't like him an' I ain't agoin' to never like him
an' soon's I puts on long pants he's goin' to get 'bout the
worses' lickin' he ever did see.
"Say, does you kiss him like you does me?" he asked presently,
looking up at her with serious, unsmiling face.
She hid her embarrassment in a laugh.
"Don't be foolish, Billy," she replied.
"I'll bet he's kissed you more 'n fifty hunderd times."
"There's Jimmy whistling for you," said Miss Cecilia.
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