"Don't you think you saw that curtain move?" asked Sammy.
"It looked like that," agreed Frank. "But, of course, it might have been the wind."
"Wind nothing!" retorted Sammy, scornfully. "The wind that moved that curtain is named Bob Bouncer."
"Let's go in and rough house him," suggested Frank.
"We surely will," replied Sammy. "A fellow that isn't too sick to shoot a putty blower isn't too sick to have a pillow bounced on his head. Come along."
The two boys marched up to the cottage where Mrs. Bouncer was sitting on the porch shelling peas for dinner.
She smiled at them.
"Where are you going, boys?" she asked.
"Just going in for a minute to see how Bob is getting along," replied Sammy.
"Perhaps he's a little lonesome in there all by himself," added Frank.