“I am afraid we don’t catch the point, Billy,” said Dick. “You will have to explain it again.”
“What’s the matter, hanyhow?” exploded Bradley. “Hit’s dead heasy! You will see hit in a minute. Hi didn’t see hit at first. Why, think of it! Why, of course, cast hiron is the ’ardest kind hof soap!”
“Not having seen any cast-iron soap,” said Singleton, “we will have to take your word for it.”
Bradley was both disappointed and disgusted.
“Hit’s mighty queer, don’t y’ ’now!” he growled, “that nobody sees the point when Hi spring a joke! Some’ow, Hi can’t see the point now, myself. Hi thought Hi could, but Hi ’ave forgotten just what hit was. Now Hi ’ave got another one, and hit his better than that.”
Smart started to crawl behind the piano.
“Give us the other one,” urged the boys and girls.
“Well,” said Bill, “why should a thirsty man halways carry a watch? There you hare!”
Again, after a little, they gave it up and urged him to explain why a thirsty man should carry a watch.
“Why, don’t you hunderstand?” said Billy. “A watch ’as a well in hit.”