"We can't get through the fence," said Betty, "and it is too high to jump."
"You remind me of Nanny, for she was always finding objections and obstacles to everything I wanted to do."
"Well, who in the world is Nanny? I should like to know," said Betty.
"Why haven't I told you about her?" asked Billy.
"No, you have not, Billy Whiskers, and I should like to know right away."
"Well, I will tell you, Senorita Burroetta, and you need not be so cross about it either. She is my wife and a sweeter, dearer little wife no goat ever had before!"
Betty stopped stock still in the road and glared at Billy for a second, before she could speak from astonishment. Then she said: "Billy Whiskers you are a gay deceiver and you know you never told me you were married and I am sure I always thought you were a bachelor."
"I am very sorry if it makes any difference to you, but I never told you because we have been so busy talking of other things and I have not had a chance."
"Oh, very well then," said Betty, "I will forgive you if you did not mean to keep it from me."
So the two made up and commenced to look for a gate or way to get into the garden. At last they saw where an iron bar or two of the fence had been broken, making quite a good-sized hole and through this they squeezed themselves and were soon having a feast off of Deacon Jones's prize cabbages, lettuce and beets, while the family, including the Deacon, were at church.