Just then I heard a whistle, followed by the caw of a crow from in front of the house, and I chased out to see what was doing.
It was Benny. He had come over to tell me that there would be a Scout meeting at his house that night.
"John's too tired," Ma told him. "He hardly was able to bring in four sticks of wood."
"I feel better now," I hurried to say. "The exercise did me good. After I have had some of your delicious biscuits and some honey, I'll be all right again. Besides, I'd hate to miss a Scout meeting; I learn so much there. Will the wood I brought in last until morning?"
"I thought Mr. Norton was away?" she said.
"He is; but they are going to have a meeting, anyhow."
"Oh, please let him go, Mrs. Smith," put in Benny. "Pedro is our secretary. We can't have the meeting without him."
Ma likes Benny so well I just knew she would have to give in. She knew it, too, I guess, for she looked at us a minute, sort of smiling to herself; then she said:
"Well, if he will come home at nine o'clock and promise to take a nap to-morrow afternoon, I'll let him go. He has been losing too much sleep lately."
I didn't think much of that nap business. Daytime wasn't made to sleep in, except, maybe, the early morning hours when you first wake up.