"Wake up, you fools! Supper-bell has rung! Rubbing out clouds, were you!" said Brush, in derisive tones.
Warren sat up, blinking his eyes, and asked, "Where are we?"
That night, when the boys had settled down in their beds and Gray-beard had gone downstairs, Edwin asked, "Boys, where've you been this afternoon? You came to supper late; Gray-beard looked hard at you."
"We've been up the hill," I answered; "I told the boys to hurry along and leave me; but they wouldn't."
"Who was that Indian woman talking to you before dinner-time?"
"That was my aunt; she saw me when she was going by, and she made me sit down and she looked at my foot. She took a great big splinter out of my toe. My! it hurt."
"You're going to get well now. Why didn't you put that splinter in some buffalo hair, then 't would've turned into a baby."
"Nonsense!" said Brush, "who ever heard of such a thing."
"There's a story like that," replied Edwin.