"It's mine," said the bully. "And don't you try to get it away again or I'll push you harder!"
Before Mitzi knew what had happened her brother had darted out of the house. Now he was standing before the big boy.
"Give that elephant to me," said Fritz. "It is mine, and you stole it."
"It's mine now," said the boy.
He smiled at Fritz's angry face and soiled workman's blouse. He stood a head taller than Fritz.
"If you want it you'll have to take it away from me," he added. He started to turn away.
Fritz jumped upon him and with both fists beat him. Fritz pounded and hit. The big boy tried to strike back, but Fritz's arms were moving like a windmill.
Mitzi stared out of the window. On her open mouth hung neglected crumbs of bread. Her eyes popped. Never had she seen her "Foolish Fritz" act like this before. He had always been so very gentle and smiling.
| HER EYES POPPED |
Frank barked. The child who had been knocked down howled. It was quite a scene. But finally Fritz ended it all by giving the big boy one mighty push. The bully fell down with a heavy thud upon the sidewalk.