But something dreadful happened. I've got to tell about it, or else it
wouldn't be fair, and we must always be honest and fair in this world, no
matter whether we want to or not. It was Jimmie's turn at the bat again.
He hit the ball very hard.

Away it sailed, over the fence and across the field, and then, oh, don't
breathe or wiggle for a few seconds now! then, if that ball didn't smash,
bang, crash right into the window of Grandfather Goosey-Gander's house!
Yes, sir, it broke the window all to flinders, and out rushed Grandfather
Goosey-Gander! Oh, but he was angry! He quacked, and he squawked, and he
called out:

"Who broke my window?"

"I--I did, please sir," answered Jimmie. "But I didn't mean to. It was an
accident."

"Ha, hum! An accident, eh? Well, you'll have to pay for it," said
Grandfather Goosey-Gander. "Yes, that's what you will!"

"Oh we'll all chip in and pay for it," said Bully, quickly. "That's what
we always do in a ball game when a window is broken. I'll pay my share."

"Ha! Hum!" cried Grandfather Goosey-Gander, and then he sneezed, for he
had run out without his cap on and he was bald headed.

So they all agreed to pay for the window, and even Sister Sallie said she
would help. But they didn't have to. No, sir, as true as I'm telling you,
if Aunt Lettie didn't happen along just then, and, when she heard what