"Hey!" he cried suddenly. "I know where there's a brass kettle! It's a blinger, too!"
"Where?"
"In my gran'mother's parlor! There's a spinning-wheel and a bed-warmer and a lot of ol' fashioned junk!"
"But she won't let you take it."
"Who's goin' to ask 'er?" sneered Gizzard. "I'll jus' sneak in there and borrow it!"
"Aw, you don't dare!"
"I don't, don't I? Well, you jus' come on and watch me. I'll show you whether I do or not!"
A little later a shiny brass kettle was handed out of one of Grandma Tobin's parlor windows and was slipped into a sack, which was carelessly slung over Sube's shoulder when Gizzard emerged from the kitchen door with two cookies in his hand. That same day Cathead's banjo disappeared, to be found a year later minus the head, which the mice had doubtless devoured. But the new drum corps was still without a bass drum.
Next day, however, Gizzard brought glad tidings. "Hey!" he shouted from afar. "I'm onto a bass drum!"
"Better get off," cautioned Sube; "you might bust it."