“Lots. Rain-spouts are on houses and water-spouts are in Captain Marryat’s stories.”
“Just the same,” said Dutch, “I don’t like her having that pillow-case. Won’t she hand it over, Cal?”
“No, she won’t. She says she’s—she’s going to—to hold it over us.”
“Do what?” asked Sandy, puzzled.
“Why, keep it and make us do what she wants.”
“Well, what—do you—think—of that?” gasped The Fungus.
“Someone ought to box her ears!” declared Sandy indignantly.
“You might suggest it to Miss Matilda,” laughed Spud. “I think she needs it myself. Just the same, she’s a smart kid!”
“I don’t believe she would tell on us,” hazarded Clara anxiously.