"Now, let's hurry home," exclaimed Betty.
The table was laid, and Mrs. Leverett said:
"Why didn't you stay all night?"
"Aunt Priscilla has her autumn cold. She was quite cross at first. She was sick last week, and went to church yesterday, and is worse to-day. But she was glad about the eggs."
"There comes your father. Be spry now."
After supper Warren went out to look after Jack. Mr. Leverett took his chair in the corner of the wide chimney and pushed out the stool for the little girl. She smiled as she sat down and laid her hands on his knee.
"So you didn't like the school," he began, after a long silence.
"Yes—I liked—most of it," rather reluctantly.
"What was it you didn't like—sitting still?"
"No—not that."