"Ivy'll go to sleep aftah dinnah," suggested Bud. "She always do." It
seemed a long time to wait until then, but with the remembrance of his
last punishment still warm in mind and body, John Jay knew better than
to take his little sister to the forbidden briar-patch.
"Well, we can dig a lot of fishin' worms," he decided, "an' put 'em in
those tomato cans undah the ash-hoppah. Then we'll make us a mud oven
an' roast us some duck aigs. Nobody but me knows where the nest is."
Bud's eyes shone. The prospect was an inviting one.
Most of the morning passed quickly, but the last half-hour was spent in
impatiently waiting for their dinner. They knew it was spread out under
a newspaper on the rickety old table, but they had strict orders not to
touch it until Aunt Susan sounded her signal for Uncle Billy. So they
sat watching the house across the road.
"Now it's time!" cried Bud excitedly. "I see Aunt Susan goin' around the
end of the house with her spoon."
An old cross-cut saw hung by one handle from a peg in the stick chimney.
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