"No, indeed," said Amy. "And you musn't start till I get my hand on the post."

"No."

"And if you don't 'bey the rules we must begin over again."

"Yes."

"Ready?"

"Ready."

As Flora started to run, somebody called "Holloa!" So she stopped short and asked, "Who is that?"

It was Charley passing by on his way to school, alone.

"You had better hurry up," he cried. "If you stop there fooling with the Baby Pitcher, you will be late."

"It is early yet," said Amy; but Flora was angry and she stamped her foot and screamed,