“Just pick the windfalls,” directed the farmer. “Hey!” as the boys rushed gladly for the trees, “as you go over the next fence you’ll find a little melon patch. You take two of the late watermelons—no more, mind you.”
“I’ll see that they obey orders, Mr. Griggs,” promised Dick, “and—thank you!”
“Many thanks!” shouted the others.
The boys ate two or three apples apiece and stowed as many more in their pockets. Then there was a rush for the melon patch. Bob and Dick came out into the road, each carrying a big fat melon of the late variety that looked ripe and tempting.
“Oh, Say! Isn’t This Glorious!” Cried Sammy
“Oh, say, isn’t this glorious!” cried Sammy, as they all sat down under a tree by the roadside, and Dick got out his pocket-knife.