Then I said, “Let’s whistle together.”
So we waited till we almost got past, and then whistled “Yankee Doodle.”
And, grandmother, it did,--it whistled it.
Bubby Short whispered, “Lick him a little.”
Then I whispered back, “’T won’t do to. If I do, he won’t go any.”
But in a minute he began to go faster of his own accord. He heard
somebody ahead calling. It was Gapper, coming to see what the matter was
that kept us so late. Now what do you think about it?