“I hardly expect they would,” replied the honest Lin, and then, suddenly mindful of Billy, “except there wasn't nothin' else they could think of,” he added, wishing to speak favorably of the custom.
“Why, that chunk of ice weren't so awful big anyhow. I'd 'a' shoved her off with a pole. Wouldn't you?”
“Butted her like a ram,” exclaimed Mr. McLean.
“Well, I don't say my prayers any more. I told Mr. Perkins I wasn't a-going to, an' he—I think he is a flubdub anyway.”
“I'll bet he is!” said Lin, sympathetically. He was scarcely a prudent guardian.
“I told him straight, an' he looked at me an' down he flops on his knees. An' he made 'em all flop, but I told him I didn't care for them putting up any camp-meeting over me; an' he says, 'I'll lick you,' an' I says, 'Dare you to!' I told him mother kep' a-licking me for nothing, an' I'd not pray for her, not in Sunday-school or anywheres else. Do you pray much?”
“No,” replied Lin, uneasily.
“There! I told him a man didn't, an' he said then a man went to hell. 'You lie; father ain't going to hell,' I says, and you'd ought to heard the first class laugh right out loud, girls an' boys. An' he was that mad! But I didn't care. I came here with fifty cents.”
“Yu' must have felt like a millionaire.”
“Ah, I felt all right! I bought papers an' sold 'em, an' got more an' saved, ant got my box an' blacking outfit. I weren't going to be licked by her just because she felt like it, an' she feeling like it most any time. Lemme see your pistol.”