“Tell us about it,” said Ned. “How did you fix yourself up that night?”
So Molly recounted her adventures, and by leaning forward they could see the rain-spout that she had clambered up and down by. Viewing it was, however, disastrous to Spud and Cal, for an empty barrel set on its side is at best an uncertain seat, and now when they both leaned forward the barrel “took it into its head,” as Spud explained, to lean backward, with a readily imagined result. When they had picked themselves up Ned tried to clap Spud’s pun.
“The barrel,” he said, “was merely trying to stave you off.”
“Hoop you choke,” responded Spud promptly.
After which scintillations Molly went on with her story.
“Of course,” said Sandy, when she had finished, “you have a perfect right to keep the pillow-case, Molly—”
“Right of capture,” interpolated The Fungus.
“But if your aunts ever found it and told Doctor Webster, we’d be in a bad mess. So don’t you think you’d better—er—better—”
“No, I don’t,” laughed Molly. “And you don’t need to worry, Sandy, one bit. It’s in a perfectly safe place, and locked up. And just as long as you’re nice to me, and do everything I want you to it will stay there!”