"Huh! It 'd have to be a cow to show Texas," grinned Dad Johnson, who, it appeared, also had an imagination and wanted people to know it.
"You cuttin' in on this teet-a-teet?" demanded Jimmy, dodging the compliments of the sleepy individual.
"As a map it is no good," decided Bill decisively.
"It is no map," retorted Jimmy. "I know where California bulges an' how Florida sticks out. What you call California is th' south end of th' cayuse, above which I 'm goin' to put th' tail—"
"Not if I'm man enough, you ain't!" interposed Carter, with no regard for politeness.
"—where I 'm goin' to put th' tail," repeated Jimmy. "Florida is one front laig raised off th' ground—"
"Trick cayuse, by Scott!" grunted George Bruce. "No wonder it looks like a map."
"Th' Great Lakes is th' saddle, an' Maine is where th' mane goes—Ouch!"
"Mangy pun," grinned Bill.
"Kentucky ought to be under th' saddle," laughed Dad, smacking his lips. "Pass th' bottle, John."