CHAPTER VII
RABBITS' AND OTHER EGGS
Billy was sitting in the swing. Jimmy crawled over the fence and joined him.
“Miss Cecilia's dyeing me some Easter eggs,” he said, “all blue and pink and green and yelluh and every kind they is; I tooken her some of our hen's eggs and she is going to fix 'em for me and they'll be just like rabbit's eggs; I reckon I'll have 'bout a million. I'll give you one,” he added generously.
“I want more 'n one,” declared Billy, who was used to having the lion's share of everything.
“You all time talking 'bout you want more 'n one egg,” said Jimmy. “You 'bout the stingiest Peter they is. Ain't you got no eggs? Get Miss Minerva to give you some of hers and I'll take 'em over and ask Miss Cecilia to dye 'em for you 'cause you ain't 'quainted with her yet.”
“Aunt Minerva ain't got none 'cep'in' what she put under a of hen fer to set this mornin':”
“Can't you get 'em from under the old hen? Miss Minerva is such a Christian woman, she ain't—”
“You done fool me 'bout that 'ligious business befo',” interrupted Billy, “an' I got put to bed in the daytime.”