"Try it again," advised the owner of Red Head Number Two.
"I have tried it lots of agains."
"But ye ain't makin' no noise. Mis' Lee might be deef. Kick 'er a little."
"Ain't got no shoes on," protested the little messenger.
He had just raised his hand for a final rap when the door was opened, and Mrs. Lee appeared upon the threshold.
"Good-morning, Fridoline," she said pleasantly.
Fridoline delivered himself of his message speedily: "Ma's got an indisposhun and says please will you come over to wunst."
"What is the matter with your mother?" inquired Mrs. Lee, puzzled by the queer statement.
"She's got rigours," responded Red Head Number One.