"Don't you suppose they're done?" I queried.
Ed's only reply was to take a pinch between his fingers and convey it to his mouth.
I did the same.
Then we ate the whole lot. It tasted—and on this point I will pledge my word—it tasted exactly like rose-leaves and brown sugar!
CHAPTER IV
NAPOLEON JONES
On an afternoon early in the following week, Jimmy Toppan, Ed Mason, and I were seriously engaged at the frog pond. We had discovered, in the morning, an outlet, through which all the water was in danger of escaping. The town authorities seemed to have overlooked this channel, but we could not let their neglect cause public suffering.
To have the pond run dry was too serious to contemplate!