He rushed to the door as he spoke and whistled through his teeth, for he saw Bill and Hank passing on the other side of the street, going to my house.
"I could have cawed," he explained when they had come across, "but I didn't think that I ought to when folks were looking."
We went over to Benny's and found him piling wood and glad enough to quit.
"Never mind about the other boys," I told them. "They will be along pretty soon. Whatever it is, we'll want to read it twice, anyhow."
Skinny opened the letter and looked at the writing.
"Jee-rusalem, fellers!" he shouted. Then he commenced to caw like some crow that was crazy with the heat.
Bill cawed, too, but he didn't know what for. Then he tried to snatch the letter out of Skinny's hand.
"Aw, cut it out, can't you?" said he, when Skinny dodged out of the way. "Read it."
"I am readin' it," said Skinny. "It's great."