Part 12 (2/2)

”I'll be surprised if it doesn't scream every minute anyway,” said Sally.

”I hope it will,” said Lucy. ”That will make Peter think a while before he comes so often.”

That made Sally so angry she couldn't speak, so she went out and began killing chickens. I helped her catch them. They were so used to me they would come right to my feet when I sh.e.l.led corn.

”I'm going to kill three,” said Sally. ”I'm going to be sure we have enough, but don't you tell until their heads are off.”

While she was working on them mother came out and asked how many she had, so Sally said three. Mother counted us and said that wasn't enough; there would have to be four at least.

After she was gone Sally looked at me and said: ”Well, for land's sake!”

It was so funny she had to laugh, and by the time I caught the fourth one, and began helping pick them, she was over being provoked and we had lots of fun.

The minute I saw Peter Dover he made me think of something. I rode his horse to the barn with Leon leading it. There we saw Laddie.

”Guess what!” I cried.

”Never could!” laughed Laddie, giving Peter Dover's horse a slap as it pa.s.sed him on the way to a stall.

”Four chickens, ham, biscuit, and cake!” I announced.

”Is it a barbecue?” asked Laddie.

”No, the extra one is for the baby,” said Leon. ”Squally little runt, I call it.”

”It's a nice baby!” said Laddie.

”What do you know about it?” demanded Leon.

”Well, considering that I started with you, and have brought up two others since, I am schooled in all there is to know,” said Laddie.

”Guess what else!” I cried.

”More?” said Laddie. ”Out with it! Don't kill me with suspense.”

”Father is going to town Sat.u.r.day to meet the new teacher and she will stay at our house as usual.”

Leon yelled and fell back in a manger, while Laddie held harness oil to his nose.

”More!” cried Leon, grabbing the bottle.

”Are you sure?” asked Laddie of me earnestly.

”It's decided. Mother said so,” I told him.

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