AMPHIBIOUS.
"What day of the month is it?" asked Mrs. Holabird, looking up from her letter.
Ruth told.
"How do you always know the day of the month?" said Rosamond. "You are as pat as the almanac. I have to stop and think whether anything particular has happened, to remember any day by, since the first, and then count up. So, as things don't happen much out here, I'm never sure of anything except that it can't be more than the thirty-first; and as to whether it can be that, I have to say over the old rhyme in my head."
"I know how she tells," spoke up Stephen. "It's that thing up in her room,—that pious thing that whops over. It has the figures down at the bottom; and she whops it every morning."
Ruth laughed.
"What do you try to tease her for?" said Mrs. Holabird.
"It doesn't tease her. She thinks it's funny. She laughed, and you only puckered."