The seal-skin cap was rather too warm for the day, perhaps, but she looked very pretty in it.
Directly she looked around at us.
"Where do you shoot alligators ?" said she.
"Anywhere, where you may happen to see them," said I, laughing.

"On the land, in the water, or wherever they may be." "I mean in what part of their bodies ?" said she.
"Oh! in the eye," I answered.
"Either eye ?" she asked.
"Yes; it don't matter which.

But how are you going to hit them ?" "I've got a revolver," said she.
And she turned around, like the turret of an iron-clad, until the muzzle of a big seven-shooter pointed right at us.
"My conscience!" I exclaimed; "where did you get that?
Don't point it this way!" "Oh! it's father's.

He let me have it.

I am going to shoot the first alligator I see.