"
"You won't do nothin' of the kind!" quoth Fate at the faucet. "I ain't
goin' to have you racin' 'round and gettin' het up and takin' cold.
Besides, you ain't big enough to keep up with Chick!" Then seeing the
disappointment her ultimatum had caused, she added, "if it wasn't for
you stickin' every thing up, I might make you some candy."
"Oh, 'Tella! will you? 'Lasses candy? Ask him if he likes 'lasses
candy."
Violent nods of affirmation from the steam-enveloped victim.
Myrtella had started with the simple ambition to wash Chick's face,
but the boundary line had proved troublesome. Whether she sharply
defined it, or attempted artistic effects in chiaroscuro the result
was equally unsatisfactory. Myrtella was nothing if not thorough;
before she finished with Chick, he was standing with his feet in a
bucket, as clean and wet and naked as a fish.
All this consumed time, and both boys were growing impatient, when a
peculiar noise from outside attracted their attention. To Chick, only,
the sound seemed to be familiar, for he laughed and wagged his head
and pointed to the yard.
"It sounds like hiccoughs!" said Bertie, his head on one side.
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