everything, but I'm thinking it was like that time they played
marbles--he did it on purpose, just to let the little boy have the fun
of winning. That would have been like the Toyman.

Anyway, the last time Marmaduke threw the knife through the air, and
it made its last somersault and stuck up in the ground, straight as
straight as could be and quivering like a jews-harp, the Toyman
said,--

"Congratulations, ole man, you've won!"

And somehow Marmaduke liked to be called "ole man," and felt quite as
proud over that as over winning the game.

Now the Toyman had to get down on his hands and knees and try to pull
the peg out of the ground with his teeth. And oh, what a time he made
of it, growling like a dog over a bone, all for the fun of the thing,
until Marmaduke shouted in glee and Echo answered back from her cave
again.

So for a long time they played Mumbledy Peg on the hill, while the
shadows grew longer and longer on the grass at their feet. Then they
stopped to rest and sat quiet "for a spell."

Opposite them, in the West, were other hills, higher ones too, rising
way up in the sky. And far above them curled great white clouds,
standing still as still could be.

For a long while they watched those clouds, the man and the boy, then
Marmaduke said,--