There were two seats full, and two parasols were bobbing seductively, and one of them was blue.

"I'll bet a dollar that's them now," murmured Billy, and once more felt anxiously of his hair where it had gone limp under his hat.

"Darned kids--they'd uh kept me there till I looked like I'd been wrassling calves half a day," went with the patting.

He turned and went briskly through an empty and untrampled part of the grove to the place where the wagon would be most likely to stop.

"I'm sure going to make good to-day or--" And a little farther--"What if it ain't _them_ ?" Speedily he discovered that it was "them," and at the same time he discovered something else which pleased him not at all.