Asa went cantering down the hill to meet the Potters, and
together they strolled over to Wugs' house, that house of
unhappiness where the brightest, happiest member of the household
lay gazing at the sky or for hours playing with the kitten. He
did not know the boys, but when Wugs told him who they were, he
greeted them pleasantly enough.
It was very painful, and the boys slipped away as soon as they
could and, followed by Wugs, went down to the edge of the lawn,
and talked things over. Wugs could scarcely leave home at all.
He wanted to enlist; he was nearly old enough, and now that
Lester was sick, why, some one ought to help the country--some
Pomeroy. The boys agreed. But his dad and Elinor needed him,
too; so he supposed he would have to wait yet.
Porky, rolling around on the grass, felt the paper rustle in his
pocket.
"Here, Asy," he said. "You ought to be in on this. I'm going to
let you carry this paper. It is very important indeed."
Asa beamed, but as usual said nothing. It was fine to be in on
things. It made him feel important. He patted his pocket, and
sat straighter. The paper rustled, just as any paper would
rustle. Asa, listening, heard no warning in the sound.
Finishing their talk, Porky decided that it was getting very
late, and they boarded the next car passing.
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