Magic buckeyes: there's more to them than meets the eye.(short story)

I'm walking place of abode from third grade with Timmy and the Donnelly brothers today because we have plans. The autumn day-star is already low, and the wind beats through the shadows of Mr Johnson's horse-chestnut tree

All four of us go on to her door, but sole Timmy, who is in sixth grade, rings the bell. The house stays dark, and we cutting side toward the back of the paces just a little. "Who wants ol' horse chestnuts anyway?" I whisper to Pat Donnelly. on the contrary the Donnelly brothers have done this before, and they the two motion for me to be quiet.

The door swings make open Mrs. Johnson, ...