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"I kind of plotted on it," said Mrs. Potter. "I felt like it was
a good thing to be on the safe side." She opened a tin box, and
drew forth a cake, a glorious large, dark, chocolate layer cake.
"Well, what's the news?" asked Porky presently at the table
helping himself to more fried chicken and potatoes and parsnips
and honey.
"Yes, what has happened?" echoed Beany, taking a portion of the
chicken and potatoes, and parsnips, and adding mustard pickle,
and preserved watermelon rind and jam. "Must be something has
happened."
"Yes," said Pop Potter, smiling. "You bin away all of four days.
Long enough for everybody round here to breathe easy for once!"
"Well, things does happen!" said Mrs. Potter. "I saw the Land
boy the other day, and if he ain't drafted!"
"Yes, and what think she says?" Pop Potter exclaimed. "She says,
'So you're drafted? Well, well, ain't you sorry just for your
own face, that you didn't enlist?'"
"Well, I so felt!" Mom Potter defended herself. "Dear me, suz, if
you boys had to be drug--well, I dunno what I'd do!"
"Good for you, mom!" said Porky. "I knew you had the spunk. We
will be in it somehow ruther, if they don't stick us in school."
"How's that?" asked Mr. Potter.
The boys proceeded to explain. Mom and Pop, Potter looked slyly
at each other. "Education is a great thing," said Pop Potter,
filling his pipe. "I must say--"
"Why, dear me suz!" said mom flutteringly. "School and college!
Land sakes! You could both be ministers!"
"NO!" cried the twins, savagely attacking elderberry pie and the
cake. "Don't you think it!"
"It's real respectable," said Pop Potter, winking at the boys
when Mom Potter wasn't looking. "And think of all the church
suppers durin' the course of the year!"
"No Potter's ever been in the pulpit," said Mom dreamily.
"Yes, there was," corrected pop, "I was there myself oncet. I
grained it golden oak; and if I do say it, 'twas a neat job."
"My land, you know what I mean!" said mom, quite testily for her.
"It's worth tryin' for, anyhow."
"Well, we'll hope for the best," said Beany.
"Pirates?" asked pop.
"No, detectives" said Porky. "But often are not certain. We
maybe all right yet."
"I suppose they, will get the spies to-night," said Beany, "and when
they get them, I hope they get the formula too. Say, how is Lester
anyway?"
"He's come to himself," said mom, "but dear me suz! He don't
know no more what's gone by. He knows his father and sister and
Wugs, because they told him who they was; but he just has clean
forgot such a thing as acids or gases or any of that. He don't
care about anything but the cat.
"The cat?" said the boys.
"Yes, a young cat that plays with a string most all day; and he
seems to think it's a great joke."
"Gee that's awful! I think we better start early enough to go
over there a minute," said Porky sadly.
"Don't go yet awhile, boys," said Mrs. Potter, bustling round to
clear the table. The boys got up and helped her. "Pop and I
have been reel lonesome without you."
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