"We could roll 'em all into one," suggested Field—"Christmas, New
Year's, St. Valentine's, and Fourth of July."
"What's the matter with Washington's birthday?" Bone inquired.
"And mine?" added Keno, pulling down his sleeves. "By jinks! it comes next week."
"Aw, you never had a birthday," answered the teamster. "You was jest mixed up and baked, like gingerbread."
"Or a lemon pie," said the carpenter, with obvious sarcasm.
"Wal, holidays are awful hard for some little folks to digest," said
Jim. "I'm kind of scared to see another come along."
"I should think to-night is pretty near holiday enough," said the altered Miss Doc. "Our little boy has come 'round delightful."
"Kerrect," said Bone. "But if us old cusses could see him sort of laughin' and crowin' it would do us heaps of good."
"Give him time," said the teamster. "Some of the sickenest crowin' I ever heard was let out too soon."
The carpenter said, "You jest leave him alone with these here blocks for a day or two, if you want to hear him laugh."