about it," grumbled Tom. "Oh, how my chin hurts!"
"And my ear!"
"And my nose!"
"Humph! Look at my eye!"
So the talk ran on, and the crowd looked at each other in their misery. But the sights were too comical and, despite the pain, each had to laugh at the others.
"Didn't know you had so much cheek, Songbird."
"My, what an awful smeller Fred's got!"
"Dick's left hand is a regular boxing glove."
"I'm going to put some soft mud on the hand," returned Dick. "There is nothing better to draw out the pain of a hornet's sting."
"Den gif me some of dot mut, too," said Hans. "I ton't vos care how he looks, so long as it makes me feel easier."
Mud was easy to procure, and all used it liberally, and before long the pain and swelling began to go down. But their sufferings did not cease entirely until many hours afterwards, while poor Hans could not use one eye for two days.
"After this, we had better keep our eyes open for hornets' nests," observed Dick.
"I certainly don't want to be stung again," said Sam.
