In the corner of a small stable, Andy found a musket. Like most boys, he was attracted by a gun.
“I wonder whether it’s loaded?” he said to himself.
He raised it to his shoulder and pulled the trigger.
Instantly there was a deafening report, and the two old maids ran to the door in dire dismay.
“What’s the matter?” they cried, simultaneously, peeping through a crack of the door.
“I was trying this gun,” said Andy, a little ashamed.
“A gun! Where did it come from?”
“Isn’t it yours?”
“No; we wouldn’t dare to keep a gun about. Why, where did you find it?”
Andy told them, and they concluded it had been left by a neighbor, who had recently done a little work around the place.