“And that’s no dream,” agreed his chum, Lance.
Bobby began to laugh, too. “Did you hear his latest?” she demanded of the crowd.
“Who’s latest,” asked Jess.
“Tommy Long—the infant terrible?”
“Let’s hear it, Bobs,” said Jess. “If he can say anything worse than you can––”
“But this break on Master Tommy’s part was entirely unintentional. Alice was telling me about it. She sends him to Sunday School and he has to memorize the Golden Text and repeat it to her when he comes home.
“The other Sunday he had been skylarking in Sunday School, it was evident, for when she asked him to tell her the text, he shot this one at her: ‘Don’t worry. You’ll get the blanket.’”
“What?” gasped Laura.
“That’s a teaser,” said Lance. “What did the kid mean?”
“That’s what troubled Alice,” chuckled Bobby. 35 “She couldn’t get it at all; but Tommy stuck to it that he had given her the text straight. So she looked it up herself and what do you suppose Tommy had twisted into ‘Don’t worry. You’ll get the blanket?’”