The trout bit as they always do on Sundays . In an hour the transgressors had all the fish they wanted , so they returned to the house , much to Dora 's relief . She sat primly on a hencoop in the yard while the others played an uproarious game of tag ; and then they all climbed to the top of the pig-house roof and cut their initials on the saddleboard . The flat-roofed henhouse and a pile of straw beneath gave Davy another inspiration . They spent a splendid half hour climbing on the roof and diving off into the straw with whoops and yells . But even unlawful pleasures must come to an end . When the rumble of wheels over the pond bridge told that people were going home from church Davy knew they must go . He discarded Tommy 's overalls , resumed his own rightful attire , and turned away from his string of trout with a sigh . No use to think of taking them home . `` Well , had n't we a splendid time ? '' he demanded defiantly , as they went down the hill field . `` I had n't , '' said Dora flatly . `` And I do n't believe you had -- really -- either , '' she added , with a flash of insight that was not to be expected of her . `` I had so , '' cried Davy , but in the voice of one who doth protest too much . `` No wonder you had n't -- just sitting there like a -- like a mule . '' `` I ai n't going to , ` sociate with the Cottons , '' said Dora loftily . `` The Cottons are all right , '' retorted Davy . `` And they have far better times than we have . They do just as they please and say just what they like before everybody . I 'm going to do that , too , after this . ''
`` There are lots XXXXX things you would n't dare say before everybody , '' averred Dora .
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