The two Maynards glared at them rather angrily, upon which the three again went off in peals of laughter.
"That's our wood!" began King, aggressively.
"Sure it is!" returned the biggest boy, still chuckling.
"What did you bring it over here for?"
"Just for fun!"
"H'm, just for fun! And do you think it would be fun to carry it back again?"
"Yep; just's lieve as not. Come on, kids!" And that remarkable boy began to pick up the sticks.
"Oh, hold on," said King. "If you're so willing, you needn't do it! Who are you, anyway?"
"Well," said the biggest boy, suddenly straightening himself up and bowing politely to Marjorie, "we're your neighbors. We live in that green house next to yours. And we're named Tom, Dick, and Harry. Yes, I know you think those names sound funny, but they're ours all the same. Thomas, Richard, and Henry Craig,—at your service! I'm Tom. This is Dick, and this is Harry."
He whacked his brothers on the shoulder as he named them, and they ducked forward in polite, if awkward salutation.