"So'm I," said several other boys.
"Where does the Old Year go when you blow it away?" asked a lad who had red hair and freckles.
"Oh, I don't know," answered the boy who had first talked of his Christmas horn. "It just goes—that's all! It disappears same as the hole in a doughnut when you eat it."
"You don't eat the hole!" declared another boy.
"Well, you eat all around it," was the answer, "and then there isn't any hole any more. It's the same with the Old Year. After twelve o'clock on December 31 there isn't any Old Year any more. It's January the first, and it's the New Year. I'm going to blow my horn loud! All the fellows are!"
"We will, too!" cried the rest of the boys.
But one lad, who had a clumsy, home-made sled on the hill, did not say he was going to blow the New Year in. He turned away as the other lads talked of their coming fun. Someone asked him:
"Are you going to watch the Old Year out, Jimmy?"
"No, I guess not," was the answer. "I'm going to sleep."
"The noise will wake you up," someone suggested.