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They had an hour, and they made good use of it. Etta was for yielding to Fatty's generous urgings and buying right and left. But Susan would not have it. She told the men what she and Etta would take a simple complete outfit, and no more. Etta wanted furs and finery. Susan kept her to plain, serviceable things. Only once did she yield.
"Aw! didn't I tell you?" said Dicky in disgust, and all on the other team shouted: "Butterfingers!" And, as every boy in the world knows, it is a great disgrace to be called "Butterfingers." When the first inning was over the score stood six to five, and Fatty's team was ahead. In the next inning the ball never once came towards Marmaduke, way out there in the field.
"What was the rookus last night?" he asked, indifferently. Then, suddenly, his eye fell upon the sorrel that snipped grass at the end of a lariat rope near the picketed black, and he leaped to his feet. "Where'd you get that horse?" he exclaimed sharply. "It's Fatty's! There's the reins he busted when he snorted loose!" Again the half-breed grinned. "A'm bor' dat hoss for com' 'long wit' you.
I'd like a pair of the stoutest and thickest lace-up waterproofers as I could get not a pair of old Fatty's cobbling, but real down good uns, out of Southampton's town." "Yes!" panted Waller, "And what else would you do with the money?" "Waal, I don't know about what else," said the man thoughtfully. "That there weskit and them boots would about do for the present."
So of course you will understand now why the squirrels did not care for Fatty at all. In fact, they usually kept just as far away from him as they could. It was easy, in the daytime, for the squirrels to keep out of Fatty's way, when he wandered through the tree-tops, for the squirrels were much sprier than Fatty. But at night ah! that was a very different matter.
But he insisted that Jimmy begin to cut his hair at once. "I'm doing my part of the work now," he pointed out. "So there's no reason why you shouldn't do yours." With that Jimmy Rabbit began. He clipped and snipped at Fatty's head, pausing now and then to see the effect. He smiled once in a while, behind Fatty's back, because Fatty certainly did look funny with his fur all ragged and uneven.
Fatty wanted to see what it was, though he hardly thought it was anything to eat. But whenever he came upon something new he always wanted to examine it. So now Fatty hurried to see what the strange thing was. It was the oddest thing he had ever found flat, round, and silvery; and it hung in the air, under a tree, just over Fatty's head. Fatty Coon looked carefully at the bright thing.
All he could do was to watch the other boys catch the "pop-flies," stop the grounders, or run back and forth between first base and home. It was hard, too, when Marmaduke wanted so much to be in the thick of it. Before long the score stood seventeen to fifteen, still in favor of Fatty's team. At last they were put out, and it was Marmaduke's turn to bat.
And he squatted down on the floor and began to eat. He ate and ate until he was half-buried in beechnut-shells. And he never stopped until he had finished the very last beechnut. He wished there had been more, though you would think he had had quite enough, for Fatty's sides bulged out so that he was rounder than ever. He smiled as he thought of the surprise Mrs.
Fatty's team was only one run ahead, and Dicky was on first with Marmaduke at the bat. Now was Marmaduke's chance to win the game the chance of a lifetime! Fatty twirled the ball in his hand. Though he was fat, he could pitch like a regular pitcher. At least his motions were just as funny. He would curl up his fingers in a strange way to make what he called a curve.
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