“Well just you remembah that I-all told you it was unlucky. I just wanted to wa’n you, dat’s all,” and Gogo mournfully made his way to the Lovers’ bungalow, where he left much advice to Mr. and Mrs. Lover.
Gogo spent most of the morning explaining that it was Friday the thirteenth, and he warned each and every Teenie Weenie that it was a most unlucky day.
“Well Gogo,” said the General, when the little people sat down to their noonday meal, “has anything unlucky happened yet?”
“No sir, not yet,” answered the little fellow, “but there’s plenty of time yet for somethin’ to happen. Just you wait and see.”
“General,” said the Cook, popping his head through the kitchen door, “there isn’t a bit of sugar in the house. Every last speck has been used and we haven’t a grain.”
“Great pinhead!” exclaimed the General, “that’s terrible. We can’t get along without sugar.”
“Didn’t I-all tell you dat this was a unlucky day,” cried Gogo, looking around at his friends.
“Well it certainly is unlucky if we haven’t any sugar in the house,” cried the Dunce, who had a large sweet tooth.
“After dinner I’ll see what we can do, Cook,” said the General. “We certainly must have some sugar.”
The Teenie Weenies made their own sugar from the sap of the maple tree, or from the blossoms of sweet clover, but the frost had stopped the flow of the maple sap and the little folks had only been able to make a small amount of sugar.