“I didn't wake up all night,” answered the little boy.
“I wonder what dad and marm thought when they found us gone?” said Abner, with a grin.
“Won't they feel bad?”
“Not much,” said Abner. “They ain't that kind. I reckon it won't spoil their appetite.”
When they descended from the haymow, the farmer was milking his cows.
“Well, youngsters,” he said, “so you're up and dressed?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And ready for breakfast, I'll be bound.”
“I reckon I should feel better for eatin',” said Abner, promptly.
“Jest you wait till I get through milkin', and we'll see what Mrs. Wiggins has got for us.”