Back it went to Cousin Will's hands, and then, for ten minutes it passed back and forth between the boys without once being dropped.
"I never saw such a ball," said Cousin Will. "It just comes right into my hands even when I don't half try to catch it. Now here comes a high one," and he threw it away up into the air.
Dicky's hands were ready; but though he jumped as high as he could when he saw it passing over his head, he could not quite reach it, and in a moment he heard it strike in the soft grass of the meadow.
"Too high for me!" he laughed, as he turned and climbed the fence and jumped down in the tall grass on the other side.
Will sat down on the lawn and began blowing on a blade of grass held between his thumbs, while he waited. By and by he grew tired of this and called out, "Hurry up, Dicky. Why don't you throw the ball?"
"I can't find it," came Dicky's voice from the fence. "The grass is so high that I can't see it. Come and help me."
