“He's mine, too,” said Billy quickly.
“No, he ain't neither; you all time talking 'bout you going to have Sam Lamb for a partner. You want everything I got. You want Miss Cecilia and you want Sam Lamb. Well, you just ain't a-going to have 'em. You got to get somebody else for your partner and sweetheart.”
“Well, you jest wait an' see,” said Billy. “I got Major Minerva.”
“Shucks, they ain't no Major name' that away,” and Jimmy changed the subject. “Sam Lamb's sow's got seven little pigs. He lemme see 'em suck,” said Sam Lamb's partner proudly. “He's got a cow, too; she's got the worrisomest horns ever was. I believe she's a steer anyway.”
“Shucks,” said the country boy, contemptuously, “You do' know a steer when you see one; you can't milk no steer.”
CHAPTER V
TURNING ON THE HOSE
“Look! Ain't that a snake?” shrieked Billy, pointing to what looked to him like a big snake coiled in the yard.
“Snake, nothing!” sneered his companion, “that's a hose. You all time got to call a hose a snake. Come on, let's sprinkle,” and Jimmy sprang out of the swing, jerked up the hose, and dragged it to the hydrant. “My mama don't never 'low me to sprinkle with her hose, but Miss Minerva she's so good I don' reckon she'll care,” he cried mendaciously.