was on the Township Committee."

But the Hamms, like many other people, were very stupid. Was the
Toyman worth while? You just ask Jehosophat and Marmaduke and
Hepzebiah and Wienerwurst, and hear what _they_ have to say.

Once during that long and glorious afternoon they had trouble. Fatty
Hamm started it. It was the only thing he was good at--trouble and
eating. And, of course, Reddy Toms and Dicky Means had to help him.
Anyway, Fatty pushed Hepzebiah into a deep snowdrift--when he thought
the Toyman wasn't looking. And Hepzebiah fell into the snowdrift head
first so that only her legs could be seen, and they were kicking
wildly in the air. Now the Toyman was busy untangling the rope, which
had gotten mixed with the steering-gear, and he hadn't noticed Fatty
and Reddy at their old tricks. But her two brothers pulled her out of
the drift by her little kicking legs, and brushed her off and dried
her tears. Then they went for Reddy and Fatty. Reddy ran away, but
Fatty stood his ground, for he was much bigger than they. They had
their fists clenched, and were going to punch him, very hard, I guess,
when the Toyman looked up from his work and called,--

"What's the trouble, son?"

The boys explained it, but they kept their fists clenched just the
same. They were rather excited, you see, and as soon as they were
through telling the Toyman all about it, they wanted to pitch into
"that ole Fatty."

But Fatty tried to lie out of it.