“I tell you what, Jimmy,” proposed Frances, “you be name' 'Setting Cow. 'Cow' is genteel 'cause folks milk 'em.”
“Naw, I ain't going to be name' no cow, neither,” retorted the little Indian, “you all time trying to 'suade somebody to be name' 'Setting Cow'.”
“He can't be name' a cow,”—Billy now entered into the discussion—“'cause he ain't no girl. Why don' you be name' 'Settin' Steer'? Is 'steer' genteel, Lina?” he anxiously inquired.
“Yes, he can be named 'Sitting Steer',” she granted. Jimmy agreeing to the compromise, peace was once more restored.
“Frances and Lina got to be the squashes,” he began.
“It isn't 'squashes,' it is 'squaws,”' corrected Lina.
“Yes, 'tis squashes too,” persisted Jimmy, “'cause it's in the Bible and Miss Cecilia 'splained it to me and she's 'bout the high-steppingest 'splainer they is. Me and Billy is the chiefs,” he shouted, capering around, “and you and Frances is the squashes and got to have papooses strop' to your back.”
“Bennie Dick can be a papoose,” suggested Billy.
“I'm not going to be a Injun squash if I got to have a nigger papoose strapped to my back!” cried an indignant Frances. “You can strap him to your own back, Billy.”
“But I ain't no squash,” objected that little Indian.