The very next afternoon the telephone rang.

Mrs. Potter and Beany and Asa listened, while Porky said, "Yes,
sir," a dozen times and "All right, sir," until Beany twitched
with nervous excitement.

When he put up the receiver, everybody said, "Well?" at the same
time.

Porky went over and kissed his mother. It was real easy to do,
those days. A fellow wanted to kiss his mother.

"Well?" said everybody again.

Timmins hovered in the doorway.

"To-morrow," said Porky with a sort of solemnity.

No one spoke. Then "What time?" said Beany.

"Six o'clock, morning," answered Porky.

"You know, mom, there's no chance of our getting hurt," said
Beany.

"How you do talk!" said Mrs. Potter. She did not look up,
however. She was finishing the second sweater, and gave it her
whole attention.

"Naw!" said Porky. "Not a chance in the world! We will be home