with me and put it on and go to bed. Jimmy, you go
home and show yourself to your mother."

"Pick up yo' shirt-tail offer the groun' what I tore off, Jimmy,"
advised Billy, "an' take it home to yo' ma. Aunt Minerva," he pleaded,
following mournfully behind her, "please don't put me to bed; the Major
he don' go to bed no daytimes; I won't never get me no mo' eggs to make
rabbit's eggs outer."

CHAPTER VIII

TELLERS OF TALES

The days flew rapidly by. Miss Minerva usually attempted to train Billy
all the morning, and by the midday dinner hour she was so exhausted that
she was glad to let him play in the front yard during the afternoon.

Here he was often joined by the three children whose acquaintance he had
made the day after his arrival, and the quartette became staunch friends
and chums.

All four were sitting in the swing one warm spring day, under the
surveillance of Billy's aunt, sewing on the veranda.

"Let's tell tales," suggested Jimmy.

"All right," agreed Frances. "I'll tell the first. Once there's--"

"Naw, you ain't neither," interrupted the little boy. "You all time
talking 'bout you going to tell the first tale. I'm going to tell the
first tale myself. One time they's--"

"No, you are not either," said Lina positively. "Frances is a girl and
she ought to be the first if she wants to. Don't you think so, Billy?"

"Yas, I does," championed he; "go on, Frances."

That little girl, thus encouraged, proceeded to tell the first tale:

"Once there's a man named Mr. Elisha, and he had a friend named
Mr. Elijah, so his mantelpiece fell on top of his head and make him
perfectly bald; he hasn't got a single hair and he hasn't got any money,
'cause mama read me 'bout he rented his garments, which is clo'es,
'cause he didn't have none at all what belong to him. I spec' he just
rented him a shirt and a pair o' breeches and wore 'em next to his hide
'thout no undershirt at all. He was drea'ful poor and had a miser'ble
time and old mean Mr. Per'dventure took him up on a high mountain and
left him, so when he come down some bad little childern say, 'Go 'long
back, bald head!' and they make pockmocks on him. Seems like everybody
treat him bad, so he cuss 'em, so I never see anybody with a bald head
'thout I run, 'cause I don't want to get cussed. So two Teddy bears come
out of the woods and ate up forty-two hunderd of--"

"Why, Frances," reproved Lina, "you always get things w