BILLY, THE CREDULOUS
After the advent and disappearance of the exciting Mr. Jones, Miss
Minerva, much to Billy's joy, had a telephone put in the house. He sat
in the hall the day it was put in waiting for it to ring.
Jimmy, coming up on the front porch and through the half-open door and
seeing him sitting there, rang the door bell just for a joke, ready to
burst into a laugh when the other little boy turned around and saw
who it was. Billy, however, in his eagerness mistook the ring for
the telephone bell and joyfully climbed up on the chair, which he had
stationed in readiness. He took down the receiver as he had seen Jimmy
do in his home and, without once seeing that little boy standing a few
feet from him, he yelled at the top of his lungs:
“Hello! Who is that?”
“This is Marie Yarbrough,” replied Jimmy from the doorway, instantly
recognizing Billy's mistake.
Marie Yarbrough was a little girl much admired by the two boys, as she
had a pony and cart of her very own. However, she lived in a different
part of the town and attended another Sunday-School, so they had no
speaking acquaintance with her.
“I jus' wanted to talk to you,” went on the counterfeit Marie, stifling
a laugh and trying to talk like a girl. “I think you're 'bout the
sweetest little boy they is and I want you to come to my party.”
“I sho' will,” screamed the gratified Billy, “if Aunt Minerva'll lemme.
What make you talk so much like Jimmy?”
“Who?--that little old Jimmy Garner? I hope I don't talk like that
chicken, he's 'bout the measliest boy they is and I like you 'nother
sight better 'n him; you're a plumb jim-dandy, Billy,” came from the
doorway.
“So's you,” howled back the delighted and flattered Billy.
Jimmy thought he would pop wide open in his efforts to keep from
laughing.
“How 'd you like to be my sweetheart?” he asked.
“I's already promise' to marry Miss Cecilia when I puts on long pants,
but if we ever gits a 'vorce I'd 'nother sight ruther have you 'n
anybody. You can be my ladyfrien', anyhow,” was the loud reply.
“I'm coming for you to go riding in my little pony and cart,” said a
giggling Jimmy.
“All right, I's going to ask Aunt Minerva to lemme go. Can't we take
Jimmy too?”
This was too much for the little boy. He had held himself in as long
as possible. He burst into a peal of laughter so merry and so loud that
Billy, turning, quickly, almost fell out of the chair.
“What you doin', a-listening to me talk to Marie Yarbrough th'oo the
telephone?” he questioned angrily.
“Marie your pig's foot,” was the inelegant response. “That was just me
a-talking to you all the time. You all time think you talking to little
girls and all time 'tain't nobody but me.”
A light dawned upon the innocent one. He promptly hung up the receiver
and got down out of the chair. Before Jimmy was fully aware of his
intention, Billy had thrown him to the floor and was giving him a good
pommeling.
“Say you got 'nough?” he growled from ibis position astride of the other
boy.
“I got 'nough, Billy,” repeated Jimmy.
“Say you sorry you done it.”
“I say I sorry I done it,” abjectly repeated the younger child. “Get up,
Billy, 'fore you bust my stommick open.”
“Say you ain't never a-goin' to tell nobody, cross yo' heart,” was the
next command.
“I say I ain't never going to tell nobody, cross my heart. Get up,
Billy, 'fore you make me mad, and ain't no telling what I'll do to you
if I get mad.”
“Say you's a low-down Jezebel skunk.”
“I ain't going to say I'm nothing of the kind,” spiritedly replied the
under-dog. “You all time wanting somebody to call theirselfs someping.
You're a low-down Isabella skunk yourself.”
“You got to say it,” insisted the victor, renewing hostilities.
“I'll say I'm a Isabella 'cause Isabella discovered America and's in the
Bible,” replied the tormented one; “Miss Cecilia 'splained it to me.”
Billy accepted his compromise and Jimmy's flattened stomach, relieved of
its burden, puffed out to its usual roundness as that little boy rose to
his feet, saying:
“Sam Lamb would 'a' died a-laughing, Billy, if he 'd seen you
telephoning.”
“He 'd better never hear tell of it,” was the threatening rejoinder.