Amarilly of Clothes-line Alley

Each member of the Jenkins family had a plan for utilising this fine

domicile, as there seemed to be a general feeling of skepticism

regarding the ability of Gus to produce a cow in the flesh. This

sentiment, however, was not openly expressed, as the lad was found to be

decidedly sensitive and touchy on the subject.

"Mebby a cow'll jest walk right into the back yard and make herself to

hum in the new shed," prognosticated Mrs. Jenkins optimistically. "It's

such a beautiful place. I'll bet there is cows as would ef they knowed

about it."

"I perpose," suggested Flamingus patronizingly, "that we start a cow

fund and all chip in and help Gus out."

"Sure thing!" declared the generous Amarilly. "He can have all my

savings. We ought to all help Gus get a start."

"I'm in," cried Bobby.

"You kin hev all you want from me, Gus," offered Bud.

Firmly and disdainfully Gus rejected all these offers and suggestions.

"Thar ain't agoin' to be no pardner business about this," he announced.

"The cow won't come till she's mine--all mine--and when she does, I'm

agoin' to pay the Boarder for his work."

"If he wants to be so all-fired smart, we won't help him git no cow,"

declared Flamingus, "and the shed kin be used for a summer kitchen arter

all."

This use of the new building had been the fondest dream of Mrs. Jenkins,

who deemed it an ideal place in which to keep her tubs, mops, boiler,

and wringer. Milt had designs upon it for a boy's reading-room and club;

Flamingus coveted a gymnasium. Bobby, Bud, Cory, and Iry had already

appropriated it as a playhouse.

Amarilly openly and ably defended Gus and his cherished, illusory plan.

Of all her brothers, he was the one to whom her heart most inclined. For

Bud she possibly had a more tender, maternal feeling on account of his

being so delicate. She paid homage to the good points of Flamingus, but

he was too cut and dried, "bromidic," she classified him, for Derry had

carefully explained the etymology of the word. Milt was honest, but

selfish and "near." Bobby was disposed to be fresh, but Gus was just

such a boy as Amarilly herself would have been, reincarnated. He was

practical, industrious, thrifty, and shrewd, and yet possessed of the

imagination and optimism of his sister. She called him aside one day for

a private consultation.

"Say, Gus, your scheme's all right. Go ahead and get your cow. I'll let

you have my savings, and the other boys needn't know. You can pay me

when you get ready to."