“Don’t be foolish, now,” replied the ant’s aunt. “We cannot go in society without going to some trouble.”
So the ant’s uncle said that it would be all right, for he always said something of that kind when his wife talked about giving a party.
He was sleeping early the next morning, when his wife woke him and said: “Benjamin, Benjamin, did you remember to get the lemons and the sugar?”
“No,” replied the ant’s uncle, as he rolled over again in bed. “The grocery store was closed.”
“Then you will have to go into the kitchen of the man’s house and get as much as you can carry before the cook gets up.”
“Suppose you had a hundred toes!”
“The last time I was there,” muttered Benjamin, “I nearly got blown up with the kerosene can.”