Book Description

"Ow, Wow, Wow, Wow! Y-E-O-W!" Tad Butler, who was industriously chopping wood at the rear of the woodshed of his home, finished the tough, knotted stick before looking up. The almost unearthly chorus of yells behind him had not even startled the boy or caused him to cease his efforts until he had completed what he had set out to do. This finished, Tad turned a smiling face to the three brown-faced young men who were regarding him solemnly. "Haven't you fellows anything to do?" demanded Tad. "Yes, but we have graduated from the woodpile," replied Ned Rector. "I got my diploma the first time I ever tried it," added Chunky Brown, otherwise and more properly known as Stacy Brown. "Cut a slice of my big toe off. They gave me my diploma right away. You fellows are too slow." "Come in the house, won't you? Mother'll be glad to see you," urged Tad. "Surely we will," agreed Walter Perkins. "That's what we came over to do." "Oh, it is, eh?"