"And my billiard ball?" added Sube.
Cathead had very little use for this misshapen trophy of the fire in the People's Pool Parlor, and readily included it. And one by one Sube enumerated all the things of which he had previously been mulcted, and they all came back to him. Then Cathead took his fish-pole and hurried off to join Cottontop Sigsbee for a day's sport with the finny family.
A few moments later, as Sube was trundling the lawn-mower out of the barn door he was hailed by Sim.
"What you want?" asked Sube a little bit peevishly.
"I wanta talk to you a minute," replied Sim with a nervous laugh. "You see, I was jus' down lookin' at those p'tatoes, and, now—you know—now—you know I had to sprout a couple of bushels—"
Sim was at a loss for the words to express the desired meaning most effectively.
"What of it?" grunted Sube. "Are you through?"
"I should say I ain't!" cried Sim. "Why, I ain't started yet!"
"You better get busy, then," advised Sube as he started on with the mower.
"Wait a min-ute! Can't you?" cried Sim.