human bein's. From this we surmise an' must conclude that Bill is human."
"Will somebody be liar enough to say th' same of you?" politely inquired the dealer.
"Will you fools shut up?" demanded the man who would sleep. He had been on guard half the night.
"But you oughta label it, Jimmy," said Bill. "You 've got California bulgin' too high up, an' Florida sticks out th' wrong way. Th' Great Lakes is all wrong—looks like a kidney slippin' off of Canada. An' where's Texas?"
"Huh! It 'd have to be a cow to show Texas," grinned Dad Johnson, who, it appeared, also had an imagination and wanted people to know it.
"You cuttin' in on this teet-a-teet?" demanded Jimmy, dodging the compliments of the sleepy individual.
"As a map it is no good," decided Bill decisively.
"It is no map," retorted Jimmy. "I know where California bulges an' how Florida sticks out. What you call California is th' south end
