Muley peers through the poles of the corral and grins at Scenery.
“Next time yuh opines to speak of a byproduct of your family, Scenery, don’t look at me,” he states.
Our nerves are rasped considerable before we gets Scenery calmed down, but we finally pacifies him, and all sets in judgment on the Fourth of July again.
“Now that we’ve decided to celebrate—how’ll we do it?” asks Hank. “She ought to be did befitting the solemnity of the occasion, hadn’t it, Whittaker?”
“She deserves it,” agrees the old man. “We’ll have a salute at sunrise, won’t we? Then what’ll we do?”
“We got to have a pe-rade,” squeaks Scenery. “Them is necessary adjunct to celebrations. I was down to Cottonwood last Fourth, and they sure had a humdinger of a pe-rade. Had a feller all dressed up in a fancy hat and a sash, riding in front, and then comes a lot of dress-up wagons, what they designates as floats. They has a beautiful gal all dressed up to imitate Miss Columbus, and———”
“Who’s she?” asks Hank.
“Don’t you know who Columbus was?” asked Scenery, and Hank nods.
“Well, don’t ask fool questions then,” squeaks Scenery. “They has hoss-races, foot-races and——”
“They didn’t have nothing that we can’t have,” pronounces Hank.