“Hurt yourself?” Henry inquired.
“No-o-o; but their hammer disappeared and lost itself ever since!” Steve chuckled.
“Stephen wouldn’t consider that he was in a post of honor,” Charles observed, “and when the hammer could not be found, he said, ‘serves you right.’”
“I guess you would have said it, too, if you had had your best coat-pocket and flap torn off on a nail that YOU pretended to drive!” Stephen wrathfully retorted.
“What? Did you have an encounter with a nail in your way down?” Henry inquired.
“I did.”
“Steve didn’t tell us about all those losses,” Charles commented; “but he said he was going home, and he went.”
“It’s the first I’ve heard about the coat-pocket,” the Sage observed.
“Hurrah! where did you make the acquaintance of this awful door!” Henry exclaimed. “It—it looks like the door of a castle in the air.”