"
"Where is it?" Frisky asked him.
"Hm--" said Uncle Sammy. "If I told you would you get some of it for
me? It would be easy for a spry young chap like you to take all you
wanted of it. But I've a lame knee, you know, and I can't climb so
well as I used to."
"Of course I'll get some corn for you," Frisky promised. "Where is
it?"
"I'll take you to it," said Uncle Sammy--"this very night." He was a
suspicious old chap--which means that he was afraid that if he told
Frisky then, Frisky would go off alone and take what corn he wanted
without giving Uncle Sammy any.
"To-night!" Frisky exclaimed. "Oh, I don't stay out late at night, you
know, as you do." Uncle Sammy Coon was known to keep very late hours.
"Well--right after sundown, then," the old rascal said. "We'll meet
over by the brook. Don't tell your mother. It will be a pleasant
surprise for her, when you bring home a fine bagful of corn."
"All right! I'll be there," Frisky told him.
And sure enough! Just as the sun sank out of sight that evening,
Frisky appeared on the bank of the brook. And he hadn't told his
mother what he was going to do, either.
Pretty soon Uncle Sammy Coon came along. He had an old sack slung over
his shoulder and a wide grin on his face.
"Come on, young man!" he said, "and we'll go over to Farmer Green's
place."
"Farmer Green's!" Frisky cried. "I don't want to go there." He
remembered the fright he had had when he fell into the flour-barrel in
Farmer Green's kitchen.
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