"I can't help it if they're both as willing as two peas," cried Johnny.
"I'm not willing myself, and that's enough."

"O, what a boy! I was going to put some of my nightly blue sirreup on
your hangerjif, and now I won't--see if I do!"

"I don't want anybody's sirup," retorted Johnny; "'tic'ly such a cross
party's as you are."

"Johnny Eastman, you just stop murdering me."

"Murdering you?"

"Yes; 'he that hateth his brother.'"

"I'm not your brother, I should hope."

"Well, a cousin's just as bad."

"No, not half so bad. I wouldn't be your brother if I had to be a
beggar."

"And I wouldn't let you be a brother, Johnny Eastman, not if I had to go
and be a heathen."

"O, what a Dotty!"

"O, what a Johnny!"

By this time the little bridesmaid's face was anything but pleasant to