“Well, is it called white like the gate of the City is? Mamma said that was white,—a pearl, you know,—because every thing was pure and white inside the City. Is it because the laws that are made here are all white and good? And say”—
Here his eyes looked dark and big with excitement.
“What is George Washington up on top of that big white piller for?”
“He was a great man.”
“How much did he weigh? How many yards did it take for his vest—forty?”
“He did great and noble deeds—he fought and bled.”
“If fighting makes folks great, why did mamma punish me when I fought with Jim Gowdey? He stole my jack-knife, and knocked me down, and set down on me, and took my chewing-gum away from me, and chewed it himself. And I rose against him, and we fought and bled: my nose bled, and so did his. But I got it away from him, and chewed it myself. But mamma punished me, and said; God wouldn't love me if I quarrelled so, and if we couldn't agree, we must get somebody to settle our trouble for us. Why didn't she stand me up on a big white pillow out in the door-yard, and be proud of me, and not shut me up in a dark closet?”
“He fought for Liberty.”
“Did he get it?”
“He fought that the United States might be free.”