All the forenoon, he and Sue were sweeping and dusting and putting the house in order.
Sue picked some pansies from Mother's pansy bed and put them in a dish on the dining table.
Bobby went to the fence corners and picked some beautiful red bitter-sweet for the sitting-room. Last of all, they washed the Big Window.
After dinner, to pass the time away, Bobby took his ball and began to bounce it on the side of the house.
"I'll see whether I can catch it a hundred times," thought he.
Ninety-seven times he caught it. "I'll soon have a hundred," he said. "Won't that be fine to tell Mother?"
He screwed up his mouth and threw the ball again. But instead of hitting the boards it hit the Big South Window.
Crash went the glass, in dozens of pieces, to the ground.
"Oh! oh!" moaned Bobby, as he stood looking at the ruined window.
"Why did I do it? Why did I do it?"