He gave her the lard, and then went out under the apple tree where he had left the paper snappers.
"He's back quick," mused Mrs.Henderson.

"I don't see how he had time to do any mischief.

Perhaps he didn't play any tricks on any one this time," for Bob seldom went through the village but what he did so.

However, Mrs.Henderson was mistaken, as we know.
During this time Mr.Hodge was busy wiping as much of the molasses off the floor as he could with old cloths and pieces of newspaper.
While he was doing this a customer came in and inquired: "What's the matter?
Molasses barrel spring a leak, Bill ?" "Leak?
No, it was that pesky Bob Henderson.

Wait till I git hold of him! I'll make him smart.