Twinkleheels paid no heed to him, but nibbled at choice clumps of grass
and clover quite as if nothing had happened.
Old dog Spot, however, seemed to think that Johnnie Green was having a
good time and enjoying himself thoroughly. Spot capered about him,
barking furiously.
"Don't!" Johnnie managed to gasp. "Don't laugh, Spot! I'm terribly hurt.
I don't believe I'll ever get well again."
But in a few moments he succeeded in drawing a long, deep breath. He lay
down upon the ground then and drew another and another and another.
Already he began to feel better. And soon he stood up gingerly and felt
of himself all over. To his great surprise, nothing seemed to be broken
except his suspenders.
Old Spot came up and put his paws against Johnnie and barked.
"Let's have a good romp!" he begged. Or at least that was what Johnnie
understood him to say.
"No, Spot!" Johnnie answered. "Not now! I don't feel like running. You
wouldn't, either, if you had just had the breath knocked out of you."
Then Johnnie went soberly about the business of driving the cows home.
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