“In such cases,” Farmer Green answered wisely, “there’s only one thing to do.”
“What’s that?” Johnnie inquired hopefully.
“All you can do,” said Farmer Green, “is to come downstairs and have something to eat.”
Now, that may seem a strange remedy. But somehow it just suited Johnnie Green. He pattered barefooted down the stairs. And later, when he went to bed again, and Chirpy Cricket began to chirp once more, all Johnnie Green said was this:
“Sing away—little Tommy Tucker! You may not know it, but you sang for my supper!”
And the next moment, Johnnie Green was sound asleep.