Pretty soon the bike was all clean and the dirt was all on us. So we went in to wash up. I was the first to get through, so I went out on the porch and lay down on the swing seat.
Now there’s a wide lawn between our house and the road. I ought to know because I mow it every week. That’s where my sister and Harry Donnelle play tennis. He’s a big fellow.
It was pretty nearly dark and I was waiting for Westy to come out. He was going to stay to supper at my house. My mother likes him a lot. But that night we didn’t feel much like supper. While I was lying there an automobile passed along the road and stopped right in front of the house and somebody got out. I thought whoever it was was coming up to the house when I saw that person get in the car and ride away again.
Just then Westy came out and I said, “Somebody got out of a car down at the road.”
He looked kind of funny for a second, then he said, “Let’s go down.”
His bicycle was leaning against the carriage step and a few tools and things were on the step.
I said, kind of anxious, “Are they all there?”
“I don’t see my flashlight,” he said.
I said, “Let’s look around in the grass.”
But we couldn’t find it anywhere.