“Just eat that!” Aunt Polly said. “It’s good for the nerves.”
Mrs. Woodchuck thanked her again.
“I wish you could give my husband something that would make him work,” she said.
But for once old Aunt Polly Woodchuck didn’t have the right sort of medicine.
“Laziness,” she said, “is terribly hard to cure.”
XVIII
A WONDERFUL STICK
Now, Billy Woodchuck knew that he must beware of boys like Johnnie Green. And more than that, he had learned that boys with sticks are even worse than boys without them. Still, if he did not let Johnnie come too near him, there was not much danger.