weather," drawled Rabbit-face, casting an eye up toward the window like a duck looking for thunder. "Blowin' right smart, ain't it?"
"Certain sho' is!" returned his friend, on the same key. "Tain't no fittin' time fer them submarines to be flyin' in, is it?"
"What you talkin' 'bout, Bill Hulfish? Submarines don't fly; they swims and dives in the ocean same as fish do. Them's airyplanes you mean. I seen two o' them there things at the State F'ar 'bout a mile up in the air, and a fool stepped off'n one smack on t'other same as you step out o' yo' kitchen back do' right spank in the hawgpen."
"Git out, Jim," observed Pumpkin-face, without showing any heat at the insinuation that he lived cheek by jowl with his porkers.
"Fac'," asserted Rabbit-face.
"Well, I'll be jiggered! He was danged crazy," inferred Pumpkin.
"If fools is fools 'taint no business o' mine or yourn, is it?" queried Rabbit-face. "Ev'ybody to their taste as the old woman said when she up and kissed the heifer."
"I don't say contrary. All the lunytics ain't
