Miss Minerva and William Green Hill . You cant wear a pole-cat roun yonake, grinned Billy. And Len Hammer all time now askingme, Jimmy continued, when Im going towear Sarah Janes coset to Sunday school. William Green Hill 221 Grown folks bout the lunatickest thingsthey is. Aint you going to unlock thischain, Billy? he demanded. What I got to unlock it with? askedBilly. As Jimmys father was taking the crest-fallen chain-gang to the blacksmith shop tohave their fetters removed, they had to passby the livery stable; and Sam Lamb, bentdouble with intoxicating mirth at their pre-dicament, yelled: L
Miss Minerva and William Green Hill . You cant wear a pole-cat roun yonake, grinned Billy. And Len Hammer all time now askingme, Jimmy continued, when Im going towear Sarah Janes coset to Sunday school. William Green Hill 221 Grown folks bout the lunatickest thingsthey is. Aint you going to unlock thischain, Billy? he demanded. What I got to unlock it with? askedBilly. As Jimmys father was taking the crest-fallen chain-gang to the blacksmith shop tohave their fetters removed, they had to passby the livery stable; and Sam Lamb, bentdouble with intoxicating mirth at their pre-dicament, yelled: Lordeel Lordee! Yall she is de out-landishest kids twixt de Bad Place an* CHAPTER XXIIA TRANSACTION IN MUMPS ONT you come near me,screamed Billy, saunteringslowly and deliberately towardthe dividing fence; keep wayFom me; theys ketchin. Jimmy was sitting on his front steps andthe proverbial red flag could not have ex-cited a bull to quicker action. He hoppeddown the steps and ran across his own yardtoward Billy as fast as his short, fat legscould carry him. Git way fom me; youll ketch em ifyou teches me, warned Billy; an you toolittle to have em, and he waved an authori-tative hand at the other child. But Jimmyscuriosity was aroused to the highest promptly jumped the fence and gazed 222 William Green Hill 223 at the bandaged face of his chum withcritical admiration. Whats the matter? he inquired. Yougot the toothache^ Toothache I was the scornful echo,well, I reckon not. Git back; dont youtech em; you aint ol nough to have em. Billys head was swathed in a huge, whitecloth; his usually lean little cheeks werepuffed out till he resembled a young hipp
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