The twins remained upon the ground, one pounding the other. Sally thought that the pounded one had already had punishment enough and she ran toward them. "You j--jay!" cried the upper twin to the under twin, as she came near. "You b--b--bum, you! D--don't you kn--know any b--b--better 'n t--to g--get c--c--caught th--that way? You--" "Sh--sh--shut up," yelled the under twin, struggling wildly, "y--y--you r--r--rotten old b--beat! L--l--lemmeup!" "Here," said Sally, imperatively, "let him up. Stop pounding him." Harry stopped his pounding of Horry and both of the twins looked up, Harry with a sheepish grin and Horry with an expression of the most profound relief. "S--S--Sally!" they began, in unison. "Oh, I ain't h--h--hurtin' 'im," continued Harry. "Oh, h--h--he ain't h--h--hurtin' m--me," said Horry. Sally laughed. "Well," she said, "you'll get up." She took Harry by the shoulder. "It's positively disgraceful the way you brothers fight." Harry got up slowly. "B--b--brothers always f--f--fight," he said apologetically, "if th--th--they're an--an--any--wh--where ne--n--near th--the s--s--same s--size. H--H--Horry 'n-n' I are j--just th--the s--s--same s--s--size. B--b--but I n--n--never h--hurt 'im," he added magnanimously. Horry had got up, and was standing on one leg, with his stockinged foot against his other knee. He made Sally think of a belligerent stork. "Y--yer c--c--couldn't, th--that's wh--why," he yelled. Then, sticking his head forward until his face was almost touching his brother's, he vented his scorn in a single yell. "Y--a--ah!" This was too much for Harry's imitation of goodness, and he gave chase at once. Horry, handicapped by the loss of one shoe, which was now almost out of sight, had made but two jumps when Harry caught him. They clinched and went down in a heap. Sally couldn't tell whether the stockinged foot belonged to the under or the upper twin. She laughed again. They seemed to prefer to fight anyway, so why not let them? The kite was now up as far as it could go. The rope was all out, and Everett was holding to a post of the fence. Dick came running over the field toward the prostrate twins. "Here, you twins!" he called. "Stop your fighting. Get up!" He seized the upper twin, jerked him to his feet and gave him a shake. It proved to be Horry. "L--l--lemme 'l--l--lone!" cried Horry. "I ain't d--doin' an--an--yth--thing to y--you. Wh--wh--where's m--m--my sh--shoe? G--g--gimme m--my sh--shoe." Harry scrambled to his feet. "Y--you l--l--let m--m--my b--brother al--l--lone, D--Dick. P--pitch in, H--H--Horry." Accordingly they both pitched in. Dick had his hands full for a minute. Sally ran up. "Everett is calling you." "Pugnacious little beggars!" said Dick. He knocked their heads together, gently, and ran off, leaving the twins with blazing eyes, looking after him. They began to splutter. "It's all entirely your own fault," Sally began hastily, "and you know it. Look at the kite."