"That's because you don't read 'em," announced Artie. "Ward and I have an invention most made now—a new kind of arrow. Any book is improving that teaches you something."
"Right you are, Artie," Mr. Williamson flung over his shoulder. "I daresay even arithmetic and spelling books would be 'improving,' if certain students should learn something from them."
They all laughed, for Fred "detested" spelling and Margy and Jess were none too strong in arithmetic.
"That was rather mean of me—on vacation, too," said Mr. Williamson. "I hope you won't hold it against me. Hullo, what's this?"
He slowed down and the children looked ahead. There were three or four cars, one Mr. Larue's, motionless a few yards further on.
"Oh, my, just look at the cows!" cried Polly. "Where are they going? They fill the whole road."
The children stood up, to see better. The road, beyond the stalled cars, was filled with a moving, swaying mass of black and white cows.
THE ROAD WAS A MASS OF BLACK AND WHITE COWS.
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