Mr. Woodchuck groaned again.
“Does your nose still pain you?” she asked.
“It’s my back,” he answered. “I am afraid I hurt it again. And I don’t suppose I shall be able to do another stroke of work all the rest of the summer.”
Somehow, that did not seem to worry Mrs. Woodchuck at all. To tell the truth, she knew very well that her husband was lazy.
“I shall punish this boy to-morrow—if my back is strong enough,” Mr. Woodchuck said.
But the next day Mr. Woodchuck was so busy sunning himself that he never found time to punish Billy after all.