“Lift up one end—that’ll heave them off.”
“You said roll, Sherm Dart!” squealed Katy as she felt the barrel gently rising under her.
“That’s right, Sherm, you did,” put in Ernest who was usually fair.
Sherm disgustedly lowered the barrel, rubbing his hands together preparatory to another shove.
The little girls gloated.
“H-m-m—wasn’t so easy as you thought it would be—was it?” jeered Chicken Little.
“You can’t do it, Smarty,” Katy shied a chip at him.
Gertie kicked her heels against the barrel in glee and said nothing.
“Before I’d let the girls get ahead of me!” Carol and Ernest joined in the chorus of derision.
“Sherm Dart beaten by the girls!”