"It's Lawyer Chadbourne," whispered Sam.
"Who left that horse there?" said the man, in a deep-down, pie-crusty kind of a voice.
"Mr. Nutt, sir," answered Charley; "and he said he would run away. But he don't look like he would."
"Well, well, I'm glad of it," growled the lawyer, and away he went. And—
"Hello!" said grandfather, breaking off right here.
There was a thundering noise in the hall, and the door flew open.
"It's the Broomstick Brigade!" cried grandfather; for there were the May boys and the Berry boys and Uncle Timothy's boys, and each one of 'em carried a broom.
"Come along with you," said Ben May; "we're going to sweep the ice. It's stopped snowing."
So it had, though we hadn't noticed. And so we took our skates and brooms, and went along, Hal and I; and grandfather took up his paper again.