"O, does she, though?"
"My mother says—"
"Lor, now, Billy Button!"
"Hush, Gid; my mother says—"
"A pretty talking woman your mother is!" struck in Gid, squinting his eyes.
What a witty creature Gid was! Willy could hardly keep from laughing.
"Can't you let me speak, Gid Noonin? My mother says she won't—"
"Says she won't? That's real wicked kind of talk! I'm ashamed of your mother!"
Willy laughed. Gid did have such a way of making up faces!
"Come on, you little girl-baby! Guess I will take you, if you won't cry."