"Anybody that will go," said Art. "Guess I'd better call a scout meeting right away, and put it up to the fellers."
"Sure, to-night," cried Peanut. "I'm going home now to see if the old hen's laid an egg to sell!"
"You'll need a lot of eggs to save twenty-five dollars," said Art.
"Not so many, with eggs at fifty-five cents a dozen," Peanut replied. Then he turned in at his gate, and began to skip sideways up the path, hitting the soles of his shoes together in such a way that he exactly imitated the galloping of a horse. "Whoa!" he cried at the door, and as he entered the house, Art could hear him shouting at his mother, "To arms! The war has begun. We have fought the British at Lexington and Concord!"
Then Art grinned as he heard Mrs. Morrison reply, "Have you? Well, now you split some kindlings."
