22 TROTTY’S WEDDING TOUR.

“O, the stones will roll on you!” cricd Merle, half ready
to cry when she saw the two boys climb upon the crazy wall,
looking so doggish and so ugly,—and yet half pleased and
vain too in her silly little heart at being the object of so
much excitement.

 

But the boys did not pay the least attention to her, now.
In fact they had forgotten her altogether. Trotty concen-
trated all his energies on balancing a rather slippery stone
upon which he had perched himself. Pompey fixed his eyes
upon a button on Trotty’s sack which he meant to hit.