She had hold of the handle of the bucket with him, and they pulled and hauled and laughed as boy and girl will laugh so long as the world turns round.

The street was deserted, and only the bar of light that fell across the sidewalk from Schnitzler's saloon indicated the presence of human beings in the little low buildings that pent in the highway.

The boy and the girl stood at the pump, and the boy stuck a foot in the horse trough.

He made a wet silhouette of it on the stone beneath him, and reached for the handle of the pump.

Then he said, "I got somepin I won't tell." "Three little niggers in a peanut shell," replied the girl.
"All right, Miss Cuteness.