CHAPTER V
TAMING THE HAND ORGAN
I had a cold supper. For Mother was away from home.
“It must be the regular afternoon meeting of the Stitch and Chatter Club,” joked Dad, grinning at me across the table.
Having dirtied only a few dishes, we put these in a pan in the kitchen sink; then I hurried over to Red’s barn with a screw driver and a handful of wrenches.
Scoop didn’t show up for ten or fifteen minutes, having been to the dock where Peg was still on guard.
“Too bad,” I said to Scoop, “that Peg can’t be here.”
“I don’t think it’s worrying him,” the leader grinned. “For I found him with his nose in your ‘Waltzing Hen’ book when I took his supper over to him. He seemed to be perfectly contented.”
“He’s had the soft part of it to-day,” spoke up Red, thinking of our hard work in the junk yard. [[43]]
“Did I tell you,” Scoop inquired of the freckled one, “that he’s going to take your place to-night?”