“Do you suppose he wants to carry that brick in his hat?” asked Dot, seriously. “I shouldn’t think he would.”
“He don’t know he’s got it,” said Sammy.
“Why doesn’t somebody tell him?” demanded Dot. “The poor man! He’ll surely fall down.”
Sammy still snickered. Somebody should have spanked Sammy, right then and there!
“I don’t care!” exclaimed Dot, more and more disturbed, “it doesn’t seem nice—not at all. I think you ought to tell him, Sammy.”
“Not me!”
“Well——” Dot looked all around. There was nobody else in sight just then. Willow Street was quite deserted.
“If you won’t, then I must,” declared the little girl, shouldering the obligation pluckily and starting across the street.
“Aw, Dot! Let him alone,” muttered Sammy.
The young rascal was suddenly startled. He began to wonder what would happen to him if his mother learned that he had been trying to fool Dot Kenway in any such way as this.