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Splash went the water over the road. And he kicked it over Fatty till the round fat legs were drenched too.

Then all the boys bent over the puddle, and scooped up great handfuls of water, and threw them over each other.

It was a great battle. And when it was finished and they were soaked to the skin, they splashed up the road, shouting and singing.

I guess they went into every last puddle between the schoolhouse and the White-House-with-the-Green-Blinds by the side of the road.

They had reached it now.

All-of-a-sudden Jehosophat felt very funny near the pit of his stomach. Something was sure to happen now.

In front of the house marched Mr. Stuckup, the Turkey. His chest was stuck out and his tail feathers were spread out too, like a great big fan. He was having a lovely parade all by himself.

“Rubber, rubber, rubber,” he gobbled.

Jehosophat looked down at his feet. He felt guilty–but he thought it was very mean of Mr. Stuckup to call attention to his wet rubbers that way.

“Keep quiet,” Jehosophat shouted. “You don’t need to tell on me!”

“Rubber, rubber, rubber,” gobbled Mr. Stuckup just the same.

Jehosophat kicked at him with his wet feet, and tried to grab the fat red nose that hung down over the turkey’s beak.

At that old Mr. Stuckup’s feathers ruffled in anger, and he hurried off, still gobbling “rubber, rubber, rubber,” as loud as he could.

Around the house sneaked Jehosophat, trying hard not to be seen.

Half-way to the back door, who should he meet but a procession of the Foolish White Geese.

By this time Jehosophat was not only wet clear through, he was angry clear through too, so he kicked at them.

They stretched out their long white necks and called:

“Hiss! Hiss! Hissssssss!!”

They might be very foolish, these White Geese, but they were sensible enough to know that Jehosophat ought to have been ashamed of himself that afternoon.

To make matters worse, the sun was shining now. He sparkled so brightly on the Gold Rooster on the top of the barn, that Father Wyandotte flapped his wings and cried to all the world:

“Look, look, look, look! You’re going to get it–hurroo!”

And all the White Wyandottes took up the cry:

“Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut–you’ll get it.”

Jehosophat wished he were as small as Hop-o’-my-Thumb, so that he could creep through the keyhole and never be seen at all.

But he had one friend left–little Wienerwurst, who frisked up to him just then, wagging his tail. He didn’t scold Jehosophat at all, partly because he was so often up to mischief himself. And then little Wienerwurst always stuck by his friends anyway.

For a while nothing more happened, and Jehosophat tiptoed in at the back door. Mother was nowhere to be seen, so over the floor he sneaked.

At every step the water oozed out and slop, splosh, slop, splosh, still went his shoes.

But he reached his room safely, then quickly he rummaged in the drawers of the bureau.

Quiet as a mouse he took off his wet clothes, and put them in the darkest corner of the big closet. Quiet as a mouse he drew on the clean dry ones.

But someone was calling:

“Jehosophat–Je-hos’-o-phat!”

No answer made he.

“Jehosophat–Je-hos’-o-phat!”

No longer could he hide. So, making his face look as bold and as innocent as possible, he walked into the dining-room.

But somehow, though he tried to look innocent, I guess he really looked guilty.

“Jehosophat Green, what have you been doing?” asked Mother. Her eyes were almost always kind but they were a little stern just then.

Jehosophat tried another look on his face, for you can try different looks on your face just as you try different hats on your head. This time he tried the one that folks call “unconcern,” a look as if he had no troubles at all, as if he had nothing to hide.

“Aw, just playin’,” he answered his mother.

Then his mother asked a very strange question:

“Where’s the party?”

Jehosophat was surprised. “Party” sounded fine.