"Yes, you may have them and we will help you in every way we can," said Morton. "How's Dave Beach getting on?"
"Gee, he's under construction. He's mad at everybody, drinks like er fish and swears ter beat der cars," said Jimmie.
"You mean that he is under conviction," said Morton.
"Well, what ever she is, Dave can't swaller 'er an' she's near choking him."
The day of the picnic was warm and bright, a great crowd was there with lunch baskets, and every one was in the best of humor. Thirty minutes after the cars reached the park, Jimmie's excursion came. The white horses were covered with foam and never did they seem so proud as they danced and pranced up the steep hill to the park. Jimmie stood on the back step and was as proud as the team. Bill Cook lifted Swipsey from the wagon and placed him in a hammock. Jimmie introduced his load as "der bunch."
"When do we eat, Hump?" asked Bob.
"I dunno. I hope mighty soon. Jimmie says it's goin' to be swell."
"Wonder what dey'll have. Did yer see any of der stuff?" asked
Hop.
"Nope, but I hope they have pie an' soup an' cake wid raisins in it. Say, Mose, which you'd rather have, sweet potates and possum or watermelon an' 'lasses?"
"Hush yuh business, man! Hush, yuh business! I'd drop dead suh, if I'd see a possum. Who said watahmelon? Look yah, man, I ain't had no pokchop foh moh 'an a week. Hush, man! I can't stan' no foolin' 'bout such impotent mattahs."