But after they got three doses down me, I took the bottle out in the yard and cleaned her all out and pulled a lot o' good ole grass and stuffed her pretty full and poured in a lot o' good ole hydrant water on top of it.

Then, when they got the next bottle, I did the same way, and--" "It don't look like water," Sam objected.
Penrod laughed a superior laugh.
"Oh, that's nothin'," he said, with the slight swagger of young and conscious genius.

"Of course, I had to slip in and shake her up sometimes, so's they wouldn't notice." "But what did you put in it to make it look like that ?" Penrod, upon the point of replying, happened to glance toward the house.
His gaze, lifting, rested for a moment upon a window.

The head of Mrs.
Schofield was framed in that window.

She nodded gayly to her son.