"It jus' fits me."
John Jay grinned, and stood a little to one side to watch the
performance. "Go it, Brer Tarrypin!" he shouted.
Maybe Bud leaned a little too much to one side. Maybe the pan missed the
guiding legs that had held it steady before. At any rate something was
amiss, for half-way down the plank it spun dizzily around to one side,
and spilled the luckless Bud out on the chicken-coop. Usually he made
very little fuss when he was hurt, but this time he set up such a roar
that John Jay was frightened. When he saw blood trickling out of the
child's mouth, he began to cry himself. He was just about to run for
Aunt Susan, when Bud suddenly stopped crying, and turned toward him with
a look of terror.
"Aw, I done knock a tooth out!" he exclaimed, and began crying harder
than before, feeling that he had been damaged beyond repair.
John Jay laughed when he found that nothing worse had happened than the
loss of a little white front tooth, and soon dried Bud's tears by
promising that a new one would certainly fill the hole in time.
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