"Well, I was wan. The two Maddens was two. Eddie Carey was three. Jim Powers was four. And-and-But there was five of us, an' I know it. Wait. I'll count fresh. "I was wan. The two Maddens was two. Eddie Carey was three. Jim Powers was four--" "Shtop it, Casey! I say, Shtop it! I'll be as crazy as you next. Altogether, I say, altogether how many of you was on the picnic? All-together!" "Five, I repeat. On me honor as a bricklayer! Five, I will have it. But I cannot, for the life of me, recollect the fifth. I'll count again-- "I was wan. The two Maddens was two--" Augusta opened the door to announce tearfully: "Mister Jimmie, the boarders are saying that they can't stand it!" "To arms!" cried Jimmie Wardwell, leaping up from the table and typewriter where he had been laboriously pounding out Casey's count of the picnic, "to arms to repel boarders!"