Jimmy was on his own porch cutting up funny capers, and making
faces for the other child's amusement.
"Lemme go over to Jimmy's, Aunt Minerva," pleaded her nephew,
"an' you can read to me to-night. I 'd a heap ruther not hear
you read right now. It'll make my belly ache."
Miss Minerva looked at him severely.
"William," she enjoined, "don't you want to be a smart man when
you grow up?"
"Yes 'm," he replied, without much enthusiasm. "Well, jes' lemme
ask Jimmy to come over here an' set on the other sider you whils'
you read. He ain't never hear 'bout them tales, an' I s'pec'
he'd like to come."
"Very well," replied his flattered and gratified relative, "call
him over."
Billy went to the fence, where he signaled Jimmy to meet him.
"Aunt Minerva say you come over an' listen to her read some er
the pretties' tales you ever hear," he said, as if conferring a
great favor.
"Naw, sirree-bob!" was the impolite response across the fence,
"them 'bout the measliest tales they is.
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