“Hello! Who is that?”
“This is Marie Yarbrough,” replied Jimmy from the doorway, instantly recognizing Billy's mistake.
Marie Yarbrough was a little girl much admired by the two boys, as she had a pony and cart of her very own. However, she lived in a different part of the town and attended another Sunday-School, so they had no speaking acquaintance with her.
“I jus' wanted to talk to you,” went on the counterfeit Marie, stifling a laugh and trying to talk like a girl. “I think you're 'bout the sweetest little boy they is and I want you to come to my party.”
“I sho' will,” screamed the gratified Billy, “if Aunt Minerva'll lemme. What make you talk so much like Jimmy?”
“Who?—that little old Jimmy Garner? I hope I don't talk like that chicken, he's 'bout the measliest boy they is and I like you 'nother sight better 'n him; you're a plumb jim-dandy, Billy,” came from the doorway.
“So's you,” howled back the delighted and flattered Billy.
Jimmy thought he would pop wide open in his efforts to keep from laughing.
“How 'd you like to be my sweetheart?” he asked.
“I's already promise' to marry Miss Cecilia when I puts on long pants, but if we ever gits a 'vorce I'd 'nother sight ruther have you 'n anybody. You can be my ladyfrien', anyhow,” was the loud reply.