Mother always tells me not to repeat things; but I'm not smart enough to know what to say, so I don't see what is left but to tell what mother, or father, or Laddie says when grown people ask me questions.
I went home, but every one was too busy even to look at me, so I took Bobby under my arm, hunted father, and told him all about the morning.
I wondered what he would think.

I never found out.
He wouldn't say anything, so Bobby and I went across the lane, and climbed the gate into the orchard to see if Hezekiah were there and wanted to fight.

He hadn't time to fight Bobby because he was busy chasing every wild jay from our orchard.

By the time he got that done, he was tired, so he came hopping along on branches above us as Bobby and I went down the west fence beside the lane.
If I had been compelled to choose the side of our orchard I liked best, I don't know which I would have selected.

The west side--that is, the one behind the dooryard--was running over with interesting things.