"Shooting, Billy ?" "Yes, ma'am.

At least--she not shoot yet but she say she going to soon." "But, good heavens, Billy--shooting what ?" "Shotting pistol," said Billy, his yellow mask of a face preserving its impish repose.

He waved his hand.

"You go srubbery.

You see." The scene that met Dale's eyes when she finally found the "srubbery" was indeed a singular one.