"Of course not—we'd take it, but just out of your pocket—he-he-he-he! ho-ho!"
"Oh! here comes the Gillies," cried Her Terics. "Now we will have some fun."
Billy looked in the direction in which she pointed and saw three very, very stupid looking fellows slouching toward them.
When the Gillies got up to where Billy and the Fragments stood, they stopped, and without looking up one of them said:
"Do you know where His Terics and Her Terics are?"
"Here we are," cried His Terics, "at least we think we're here, if we're not won't you go find us and then come back and tell us where we're to be found—he-he-he."
"Why, so you are," cried the first speaker. "I didn't think to look."
"Who are these people?" asked Billy.
"Gillies," explained His Terics—"Big Gillie, Silly Gillie, and Dottie Gillie."
"You don't happen to know whether or no the moon is made of green cheese, do you, boy?" asked Big Gillie.