"Sam didn't like it because Ben jumped farther than he did——"
"And he said Ben ought to be in the poor-house."
"And Ben said he ought to be in a pig-pen."
"So he had!—such a greedy thing, bringing lovely big apples and not giving any one a single bite!"
"Then he was mad, and we all laughed, and he said, 'Want to fight?'"
"And Ben said, 'No, thanky, not much fun in pounding a feather-bed.'"
"Oh, he was awfully mad then and chased Ben up the big maple."
"He's there now, for Sam wont let him come down till he takes it all back."
"Ben wont, and I do believe he'll have to stay up all night," said Betty, distressfully.
"He wont care, and we'll have fun firing up his supper. Nut-cakes and cheese will go splendidly; and may be baked pears wouldn't get smashed, he's such a good catch," added Bab, decidedly relishing the prospect.