He stuck his finger into the honey on my coat and smelt it.
"Well, by--" he stopped and came closer and asked.
"What's happened ?" "Bee stung me," I answered.
"Where did ye find so much honey that ye could go swimmin' in it ?" he asked.
I heard the door of the house open suddenly and the voice of Aunt Deel.
"Peabody! Peabody! come here quick," she called.
Uncle Peabody ran to the house, but I stayed out with the dog.
Through the open door I heard Aunt Deel saying: "I can't stan' it any longer and I won't--not another day--ayes, I can't stan' it.

That boy is a reg'lar pest." They came out on the veranda.

Uncle Peabody said nothing, but I could see that he couldn't stand it either.

My brain was working fast.
"Come here, sir," Uncle Peabody called.
I knew it was serious, for he had never called me "sir" before.

I went slowly to the steps.
"My lord!" Aunt Deel exclaimed.