“S’tup,” he commanded. Jethro immediately sat up on his hind legs.
“Aw Mosey,” cried Betty, “give it to him in two pieces an’ make him twict as happy.”
“Naw Nosey,” he retorted, “there ain’t no bun to break in two, the dorg is outside the bun already.”
The bun in question must have had great dynamic force, the tail of Jethro bearing evidence to the internal power generated.
CHAPTER IV.—WASH-DAY AT MRS. WOPP’S.
“As the door creaketh on his hinges, so the slugger turneth on his bed.” Liza Wopp’s voice was compelling in its significance. Through the rose-lit dreams of Moses, the sound and the awful words were like the threatenings of an approaching storm.
“Yeh Mar, I’m comin’.”
Moses’ teeth chattered. It was not cold, but wash-day meant to the unhappy boy a dismal round of duties.
“Oh Mosey,” cried Betty at the breakfast table, being first on the scene to arrange her flowers, “we’ll hev a spellin’ match to-day I bet.”
“Don’t care a doughnut,” answered Moses defiantly, “I’d ruther turn the washin’ machine any day than stand like a goose spellin’ words any arss can spell.”