“Is it fur?” yawned Thad Boland, wearily.
“No, it isn’t fur that I’m going to show you,” laughed Renwood. “What are you looking for—a bearskin coat?”
“I mean is it fur off,” explained Old Lightning. “’Cause I’m too tired to walk fur.”
“You’re alwus tired,” asserted Jotham Sprout. “You was born that way.”
“Don’t try to be funny, Bubble,” advised Thad; “for when you try to be, you ain’t funny at all. Sometimes, when you don’t mean to be, you’re really funny.”
“Well, are you coming?” demanded Renwood. “If you want to see it to-night you’ll have to hustle, or it will be too dark.”
“What is it?” was again asked.
“Something worth seeing,” was his mysterious assertion, which aroused their curiosity, and he soon had them following him down the stairs, even Old Lightning lumbering along grumblingly and wearily in the rear.
Straight to the field he led them, persistently refusing to enlighten them on the way.
“You’ll find out what it is when you see it,” he said.