Here's the money." "All right, mom, I'll go right away.

Do you want anything else ?" Now Bob usually made more of a protest than this when asked to go to the store, which was at the other end of the village of Moreville, where he lived.

He generally wanted to stay at his play, or was on the point of going off with some boy of his acquaintance.
But this time he prepared to go without making any complaint, and had his mother not been so preoccupied thinking of her housework, she might have suspected that the lad had some mischief afoot--some scheme that he wanted to carry out, and which going to the store would further.
"No, I guess the lard is all I need now," she said.

"Now do hurry, Bob.

Don't stop on the way, for I want to get these pies baked before supper." "I'll hurry, mom." There was a curious smile on Bob's face, and as he got his hat from the ground before setting off on the errand he looked in his pocket to see if he had a certain long, stout piece of cord.
"I guess that will do the trick," murmured the boy to himself.
"Oh, yes, I'll hurry back all right! Guess I'll have to if I don't want Bill Hodge to catch me." There was a cunning look on Bob's face, and the twinkle in his eyes increased as he set off down the village street.
"I hope he doesn't get into mischief," murmured Mrs.Henderson, as she went back to her work in the kitchen.