God's got 'bout the easiest job they is."
"I thought angels jes' clam' the golden stair and play they
harps," said Billy.
"Ain't we going to look sweet at Miss Cecilia's wedding," said
Frances, after a short silence.
"I'll betcher I'll be the cutest kid in that church," boasted
Jimmy conceitedly. "You coming, ain't you, Billy?"
"I gotter go," answered that jilted swain, gloomily, "Aunt
Minerva ain't got nobody to leave me with at home. I jes'
wish she'd git married."
"Why wouldn't you be a page, Billy?" asked Lina.
"'Cause I didn't hafto," was the snappish reply.
"I bet my mama give her the finest present they is," bragged
the smaller boy; "I reckon it cost 'bout a million dollars."
"Mother gave her a handsome cut-glass vase," said Lina.
"It looks like Doctor Sanford would've give Miss Cecilia
those twinses for a wedding present," said Frances.
"Who is that little boy sitting on your porch, Jimmy?" asked
Lina, noticing for the first time a lonely-looking child.
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