Billy put his hands to his ears and wriggled his fingers at
Jimmy, who promptly returned the compliment.

"He had no children of his own, so he is called the Father of
his Country."

Miss Minerva closed the book, turned to the little boy at her
side, and asked:

"Who was this great and good man, William?"

"Jesus," was his ready answer, in an appropriately solemn little
voice.

"Why, William Green Hill!" she exclaimed in disgust. "What are
you thinking of? I don't believe you heard one word that
I read."

Billy was puzzled; he was sure she had said "Born in a manger."
"I didn't hear her say nothin' 'bout bulrushes," he thought, "so
'tain't Moses; she didn't say `log cabin,' so 'tain't Ab'aham
Lincoln; she didn't say `Thirty cents look down upon you,' so
'tain't Napolyon. I sho' wish I'd paid 'tention."

"Jesus!" his aunt was saying, "born in Virginia and first
president of the United States!"

"George Washin'ton, I aimed to say," triumphantly screamed
the little boy, who had received his cue.