Old
dog Spot joined them when he could. Unfortunately, when Twinkleheels
kicked, old Spot always wanted to bark. And Johnnie didn't like noise at
such times. He and his friends were always amazingly quiet when they
were engaged in currant throwing behind the barn. And they were always
peering about as if they didn't want to be caught there.
"Run out to the barn and tell your father that dinner's almost ready,"
Mrs. Green said to Johnnie one day.
"He's not in the barn," Johnnie answered.
"Are you sure?" Mrs. Green asked. "I thought I heard him hammering out
there a few minutes ago."
"No!" Johnnie murmured. "Father's in the hayfield."
"That's queer," said his mother. "I was sure I heard hammering.... Well,
blow the horn, then! I don't want dinner to spoil."
So Johnnie Green blew several loud blasts on the horn. And he was glad
to do it, for it gave him an excuse for having a red face.
He threw no more currants at Twinkleheels that day. Somehow it didn't
seem just the wisest thing to do. But the next morning he made
Twinkleheels kick a few times.
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