"Yes. Dot any tandy?"
Will laughed.
"No," he said, "but maybe the girls have. Here they come."
Half hysterical, Mollie and her chums came running up. They were all rather "limp," as they confessed later.
"Oh, Paul, you naughty boy!" cried his sister. "Mamma will punish you for this."
His big eyes opened wide.
"I ikes to run tar," he said, and his lip quivered.
"Don't be too harsh with him," murmured Grace.
"I can't help it—he must know how dangerous it is," insisted Mollie. "You won't ever do it again; will you, Paul?"
"Nope. Dot any tandy?"