“Hitch along!”
“I won’t!” bluntly replies the other.
“Ma, Bill’s got more’n half the bed!” cries the first.
“Hain’t either, ma!” replies Bill.
There is a moment of silence, and then the first exclaims—
“Get yer feet off’n me!”
“They hain’t touching you!” is the answer.
“Yes they be, and you’re on my pillar, too!”
“Oh! my stars, what a whopper! You’ll never go to heaven!”
The mother looks into the bedroom and kindly says—