“What’s the matter?” asked Tommy.
“We’ve broken a window in your house,” said the fat pitcher. And this was but too true. Teddy Bunker had thrown the ball to home with such force that it went over the fence and crashed through the glass of one of the parlor windows of the house into which Tommy had just moved.
CHAPTER VI
TOMMY UPSETS A BULL
After the crash of the glass there came silence. The boys were waiting for something to happen. They knew what always followed the breaking of a window on the few occasions when such a calamity had occurred.
“I—I didn’t mean to do that!” exclaimed Teddy, sorrowfully.
“Of course not!” agreed Tommy, quickly.
Mrs. Tiptop looked out of the door at that moment.
“Who did that, Tommy?” she asked, gently.
“We did, mother. It was an accident. I made a home run, and Teddy was throwing, to try and get me out. Is it badly broken?”
“Well, it couldn’t be much worse,” she replied, with a queer little smile. “But, then, I’m glad no one was hurt. You boys will have to be more careful, though. Can’t you find some place to play that isn’t so close to the house?”