"I know better," she said, sharply, as she relieved him of his curse.
In the morning Jimmie was playing near the stable, when he heard a shout from Peter Washington, who attended Dr. Trescott's horse:
"Jim! Oh, Jim!"
"What?"
"Come yah."
Jimmie went reluctantly to the door of the stable, and Peter Washington asked:
"Wut's dish yere fish an' brade doin' unner dese yer blankups?"
"I don't know. I didn't have nothin' to do with it," answered Jimmie, indignantly.
"Don' tell me!" cried Peter Washington, as he flung it all away—"don' tell me! When I fin' fish an' brade unner dese yer blankups, I don' go an' think dese yer ho'ses er yer pop's put 'em. I know. An' if I caitch enny more dish yer fish an' brade in dish yer stable, I'll tell yer pop."