Some more curious-eyed members of the Stitch and Chatter Club came into sight.
“Was Donald hurt, Mrs. Meyers?”
“Aw!…” scowled Red. “We aren’t giving a party.”
“I am,” his mother said quickly. “And I want you to stop this horrible racket. We can’t hear ourselves think. And people are stopping in the street and staring at the house.”
Red angrily jerked Mr. Solbeam’s bow-legged wheelbarrow into sight.
“A fellow can’t have any fun around here at all. No, he can’t. Take hold of it,” he growled at Scoop, “and help me put it on the wheelbarrow. We’ll take it down to our boat, where we can play it without being jawed at. Huh!” [[48]]
CHAPTER VI
UNDER POWER
The next morning I was so stiff that I hated the thought of getting up. But I managed to drag myself out of bed in time to have breakfast with Dad and Mother. They were laughing and talking as I limped down the stairs, rubbing my eyes and carefully stretching. I heard Mother say something about an organ. She quit talking when I came into the room. Dad was grinning. When breakfast was over I rode with him to the brickyard, hurrying to the boat to relieve Scoop and Peg.