“I’ll set on de fence an’ see de hoss eat ’em up,” suggested Drusilla, by way of a compromise.
“She’ll go if I do,” said Sweetest Susan.
“You mus’n’t be agwine, den,” was Drusilla’s comment.
Aaron looked at the girl so severely that she shrank back.
“Don’t mind Drusilla,” said Sweetest Susan. “She doesn’t mean anything she says, except when she asks for something to eat.”
“After dinner we’ll go see Timoleon. If he seems like he’s in good humor,” Aaron explained, “we’ll bring him out. If he has been fretting, we’ll let him stay.”
This was perfectly satisfactory to the children, especially to Buster John.
They went to play, but they only pretended to play. All they could do was to discuss what they had already seen and heard, and what they hoped to see and hear. Time seemed to pass very slowly. They sat down and talked, and then walked about and talked, but still it was not dinner time. They would have become very impatient indeed had not Buster John chanced to hear the big gray rooster call out to the yellow hen:—
“Run, run, run! Here’s a bug!”