It's running out of the
spout. Yes, and it's falling on those people right where you wanted
to sit. Hear the girls squeal. Talk about your fun. I don't want
any better fun than this. Look at 'em come down the ladder just
holding the sides with their hands. They couldn't do that if the
ladder was dry.
Ah, here's our crowd. Come on! Come on! Come on! COME ON! Oh,
don't be so slow with those buckets! Aren't they fine? Say, they
don't care if they do spill a drop or two. Why. Why, what are
they coming down for? It isn't running out of the spout yet. Come
back! COME BACK! Oh, pshaw! Just threw it away by being in too
much of a hurry. That judge looks funny, doesn't he, with a rubber
overcoat on and the sun shining? See, he's telling them: "One bucket
more." They'll let 'em have another trial, of course . . . . No?
Oh, that's an outrage. That' s not fair. The Caledonias will get
it now. . . . Yes, sir, they did get it. Oh, well, accidents will
happen. What? "Where's Caledonia now?" Well, they got it by a
fluke. What say? . . . Well only for - Oh, pshaw! Now, don't
tell me that because I was there and - Well, I say they didn't
. . . . I know better, they didn't . . . . Oh, shut up. You don't
know what you're talking about. I tell you - Now, Mary, don't you
interfere.
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