"Tell you what less do. Less wait till it gets all coveyellow withice, and all slick and smooth. Then less come over and go down."

"Say, won't she go like sixty then! Jeemses Rivers! Come on, I'llbeat you to the corner."

That was the closest we ever came to going down Dangler's hill.Railroad hill wasn't so bad, over there by the soap-factory, becausethey didn't run trains all the time, and you stood a good chance ofmissing being run over by the engine, but Dangler's Well, now, Iwant to tell you Dangler's was an awful steep hill, and a long one,and when you think that it was so steep nobody ever pretended todrive up it even in the summer-time, and you slide down the hill andthink that, once you got to going.

Fun's fun, I know, but nobody wants to go home with half his scalphanging over one eye, and dripping all over the back porch. Because,you know, a fellow's mother gets crosser about blood on wood-workthan anything else. Scrubbing doesn't do the least bit of good; ithas to be planed off, or else painted.