"Bob-by-y!"
"I'm going to," answered the Going-To Club impatiently, and straightway forgot all about it.
Pretty soon Mary Jane came down the path with the water pail. Mary Jane had little brothers. Perhaps she could tell what was the matter.
"Mary Jane," said Bobby, "my kite won't fly straight. Will you help me fix it?"
A naughty twinkle came into Mary Jane's eyes. "All right, Bobby," she said, and went on to the well.
"Will you?" urged Bobby, as she came back with her pail full.
"I'm going to, Bobby."
Bobby followed Mary Jane to the house.
"Mary Jane——"