“Stingy cat Annie, stingy cat Annie,” shouted George loudly. “There now, here’s my head, you knuckle it if you dare!”
With a bound Tom was up on the back of George and was rubbing the curly head with a vengeance. Back and forth they tottered upon the lawn until the girl shouted:
“There, that’s enough now, Tom; just you show him that you can lick him. Now, Mr. George, if you’ll be good, you can go to the candy store with us.”
“Don’t want none of your old candy,” sulkily replied the other. “I wouldn’t eat it fer nothing, and I’ll get even with you, Mr. Tom, for knuckling my pate.”
“Come on now and get even,” exclaimed Tom; “you ain’t the only plug in the world.”
But George did not seem anxious to get even, and he sent a stone flying after Annie Benson and Tom Cooper.
“George can be so mean when he wants to be,” sighed the girl.
“So he can. Now, why didn’t he come to the store after the fight? He had no right to call you stingy.”
“No, for I always give him half of what I have, after he spends his allowance that father gives him.”
They were silent for a few moments, and then the girl continued: