“Gee, I’d like to take a shot at them from the window,” and Carol fingered one of his snow balls.
“Here none of that! They’d fire back and break the window and we’d have the dickens to pay with Father and Mother!” Ernest remonstrated sharply.
After one parting look from the window, the boys filed reluctantly downstairs.
“I’m going to stay and watch them a while,” said Chicken Little.
“All right—you come and tell us if they start anything.”
“Whew, better pull the shades down!” said Carol as they entered the brightly lighted kitchen.
Alice looked up quickly. “What for? Nobody can see in here at the back of the house.”
“Oh, there might some of the boys be hanging round to steal the candy when we put it out to cool,” answered Sherm easily, trying to be off-hand.
Alice set out the molasses and butter and sugar and went off up to her room. The boys pulling the shades carefully down, set to work, and became so absorbed in the candy that they almost forgot their foes for the next ten minutes. Just as they were lifting the sticky mass from the stove Chicken Little tore in.
“Boys, I guess they’ve heard you, because one boy came and told those two boys something and they all ran round to the back of the house—just now—and there were four! Oh, you must be awfully careful! Listen, wasn’t that somebody at the door?”