"Ah!" said Mollie. "I didn't care much for the little old woman under the hill, but that funny old Unwiseman—I'd like to meet him again."
And the others agreed that it would indeed be pleasant to do so.
said Mollie, one afternoon, as she and he were swaying gently to and fro in the hammock, "do you remember the little red house under the oak tree?"
"Yessum," whistled Whistlebinkie, "I mean yes—ma'am," he added hurriedly.
"And the Unwiseman who lived there?"
"Yes, I remember him puffickly," said Whistlebinkie. "I think he knows less than any person I ever sawed."