“He should, but I don’t believe he will get over it for a month. He will certainly have a fit after it.”
“No, he won’t,” said Flora, smartly. “And I haven’t told you the whole yet.”
“What else? Wonders will never cease after this,” laughed Frank.
“When I had taken a good drink of the water, I asked Uncle Ben if he wouldn’t tell us a story.”
“And he told you he would?”
“He did.”
“That will be first rate!” exclaimed Katy; “I do like to hear stories.”
“When will he tell us one?”
“I asked him if he wouldn’t tell us one now. And he said he would, only he had to pick half a bushel of currants before sundown. What do you think I told him then?”
“I don’t know; what did you tell him?” asked Charley.