The Red Runners #271333

I chuckled to myself as I thought of how they would greet me, and, turning back, I started for home, hoping ma would have breakfast waiting. As I turned I saw a movement in the bushes that lined the path. I stopped again and waited. There came no further move of any kind, or any sound. I started on again, and, as I did so, the bushes parted and a boy stepped out in front of me. He was new to me. I had never seen his face. But I liked it the moment my eyes fell upon it. It was a bright-looking face and a regular boyish one, with eyes that spoke of mischief. He barred my way with outstretched arms.