She tole us to stop in fer her about nine o'clock, didn't she, Bud?
Er was it eight ?" He saw the necessity for accuracy.
"Ten," corrected Bud deliberately.
"Well, pop, we stopped fer her, an'-- an'-- " "Stop yer blubberin', Roscoe," commanded Anderson as harshly as he could.
"An' got her," concluded Roscoe.

"She put on her shawl an' mittens an' said she'd run us a race all the way home.

We all got ready to start right in front of old Mis' Luce's gate.

Bud he stopped an' said, 'Here comes Tony Brink.' We all looked around, an' sure enough, a heavy-set feller was comin' to'rds us.

It looked like Tony, but when he got up to us I see it wasn't him.