"Do you? How funny," said Dimple.
"Why, yes, we take her flowers, and candy, and big apples and oranges; sometimes her desk is full."
"I am afraid I shan't like my teacher," said Dimple.
"Do you know her?"
"Yes, a little; she has been here to tea. She isn't so awful, and I should like her, perhaps, if I didn't know I had to go to school to her."
"Do you know many of the girls?"
"One or two. You saw that girl who sat in front of us at church, she is one."
"You will get used to it real soon," said Rock. "I felt just as you do before I went to school, and it is worse for a boy; the other boys just go for him, and I had a hard time for the first few weeks, but now I like it first-rate."
"It is the getting used to it, that I dread," sighed Dimple; "that has to come first."
"No," said Rock, "papa and mamma come first, and it is nearly time for them now; let's go on the front porch and watch."