The shelves were luscious with ranks of cooling sirups which he alone knew how to make.

He said: "I wish I was back in the front yard, squirting water on the lawn and flower beds, where no one would be shooting at me, and it was six o'clock and there was going to be fried chicken for supper and one of those deep-dish apple pies without any bottom to it, that you turn upside down and pour maple sirup on.

"I don't want anybody's sirup," retorted Johnny; "'tic'ly such a cross party's as you are.