So he had left his horse and wagon at the corner, and had walked out to the farm to take the children home with him, if they were ready to go.
"I am not _ready_ to go," said Malleville, after having heard this story, but I _will_ go for the sake of the ride.

I am too tired to walk all the way.

But Phonny is not here.

He has gone a-fishing." "Where has he gone ?" said Beechnut.
"Down to the brook," replied Malleville.
"I will go and find him," said Beechnut.
So saying, Beechnut left the shop, went out into the yard, and began to walk down the path which led toward the brook.

Very soon he saw Phonny coming out from among the bushes with his pole over his shoulder, and walking along with quite a disconsolate air.