"However, you can make it up with Jimmie tomorrow; he never holds
a grudge."
"Weed the onions for him," advised Brother wisely if sleepily. "He
hates weeding."
"Maybe I will," decided Sister. "Daddy said tonight he couldn't go
swimming again until he had worked in the garden."
CHAPTER XVII
MAKING UP WITH JIMMIE
Daddy Morrison went to see Miss Putnam after the children had gone
to bed. The old lady was very sure that Brother and Sister had
thrown the tar and she was so positive in her assertions that
finally he asked her how she could be so sure.
"Well, one of the neighbors told me," Miss Putnam said
reluctantly. "No, I don't know your children from any of the
others, but she does. All children look pretty much alike to me--
noisy, scuffling young ones! No, I couldn't tell you the
neighbor's name--I wouldn't want to get her into any trouble."
When Daddy Morrison went away, she showed him the tar on her porch
and sidewalk.
"Somebody ought to be made to clear it off," said Miss Putnam
severely.
The chief of police, at the town hall, was a little angry that a
complaint had been made merely on the word of a neighbor, who
might easily be mistaken about the children she had seen throwing
tar.
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