“'Tain't a octopus, it's a polypus,” explained Frances, “'cause she's named Miss Pollie. It's a someping that grows in your nose and has to be named what you's named. She's named Miss Pollie and she's got a polypus.”
“I'm mighty glad my mama ain't got no Eva-pus in her head,” was Jimmy's comment. “Ain't you glad, Billy, your Aunt Minerva ain't got no Miss Minervapus?”
“I sho' is,” fervently replied Miss Minerva's nephew; “she's hard 'nough to manage now like she is.”
“I'm awful good to Miss Pollie,” said Frances. “I take her someping good to eat 'most every day. I took her two pieces of pie this morning; I ate up one piece on the way and she gimme the other piece when I got there. I jus' don't believe she could get 'long at all 'thout me to carry her the good things to eat that my mama sends her; I takes her pies all the time, she says they're the best smelling pies ever she smelt.”
“You 'bout the piggiest girl they is,” said Jimmy, “all time got to eat up a poor old woman's pies. You'll have a Frances-pus in your stomach first thing you know.”
“She's got a horn that you talk th'oo,” continued the little girl, serenely contemptuous of Jimmy's adverse criticism, “and 'fore I knew how you talk into it, she says to me one day, 'How's your ma?' and stuck that old horn at me; so I put it to my ear, too, and there we set; she got one end of the horn to her ear and I got the other end to my ear; so when I saw this wasn't going to work I took it and blew into it; you-all 'd died a-laughing to see the way I did. But now I can talk th'oo it 's good's anybody.”
“That is an ear trumpet, Frances,” said Lina, “it is not a horn.”
“Le's play 'Hide the Switch,'” suggested Billy.
“I'm going to hide it first,” cried Frances.
“Naw, you ain't,” objected Jimmy, “you all time got to hide the switch first. I'm going to hide it first myself.”