"O that cunning baby I Where'd you get him?" they cried both at once, opening the gate to look at him.
The sulky nurse shifted the bundle to her other shoulder.
"Allus had him, mos'," she said; "him or 'nuther one, perzactly like him, to lug roun' while ma's washin'."
"Don't you like to play with him?" asked Ethelwyn in a shocked tone.
"No, I don't," was the emphatic reply; "nor you wouldn't needa, ef you had it to do contin'ul."
"Why, you can play he's a doll."
"He's showin' off now, but when he gits to bawlin', you ain't a gwine to make no mistake 'bout his bein' nuffin' 'tal but a cry-baby," she continued, preparing to move on.
"Would you sell him?" asked Beth eagerly.
"Yessum, I sholy would," said his sister with a gleam of interest; "we ain't a gwine to miss him, wid six mo'! I'll sell him easy fo' a dolla'."
There was a hurried consultation between Beth and Ethelwyn.