When Ray was sitting at the table he was going to tell about his adventure with the Laughing Rock when he felt something in his mouth. He was eating some jam, and imagine his surprise to find that Tommy Pebble had got into the jam and was walking around the roof of his mouth. Ray removed Tommy as quickly and quietly as possible to his pocket and ate the rest of his dinner in silence.
“Now, look here, Tommy,” said Ray after dinner, “don’t you ever get into the jam again, it’s not nice at all.” Tommy began to laugh and shake his fat little body. But he promised to be more careful in the future. After a while Ray thought he would go to the barn, but the minute he started something tickled the sole of his right foot. He sat right down on the grass and took off his shoe, and there was Tommy Pebble in his stocking grinning at him.
“O, you rogue!” cried Ray. “How did you ever get down there?” but Tommy only laughed while Ray put him in his pocket again. Tommy was quiet for a long time, and it was not till bedtime that Ray remembered his existence. When Ray was in bed and his Auntie had said good night, he felt something between the sheets that wiggled around his toes.
“Is that you, Tommy Pebble?” asked Ray, but there was only the sound of laughing and Ray knew that Tommy was up to his old tricks again.
Ray squirmed himself down to the foot of the bed and caught Tommy Pebble.
“I’ve a great mind to throw you out of the window,” said Ray.
“Do,” pleaded Tommy, “I like to be out after dark.”
Ray caught the little fellow up between his thumb and finger and tossed him lightly out of the window. As Tommy was a Pebble of course it did not hurt him. Ray turned over and tried to go to sleep, but it was impossible, as Tommy was knocking on the window pane for him.
“Come out, come out, Ray,” cried Tommy, “there’s going to be a party to-night.”
“What a mischievous little rogue Tommy is,” said Ray to himself, “I won’t mind him at all,” and he turned on the other side to have a sleep.