"I'll give you a diagram," smiled Miss Rossitor, "for I see very plainly, that it wouldn't be safe not to."
"Perhaps Miss Bettie thinks," ventured a belated pupil, a pink-cheeked girl with an impertinent nose, "that one cow is a whole butcher shop."
"Well," returned Miss Rossitor, meaningly, "it isn't a great while since some other folks were of the same opinion. But, since you are now so very much wiser, you may label the parts after Bettie has drawn them."
The girl made such a comical face that Bettie's gravity was in sad danger, but she accepted the chalk. On the cow's shoulder she printed "Pork sausages," on the flank, "Mutton chops," on the backbone, "Oysters on the half-shell," on the breast, "buttons."
Bettie looked puzzled and doubtful but Miss Rossitor laughed outright.
"Henrietta Bedford," she said, "you're a complete humbug. If you don't settle down to business you won't get home to-night."
"I'm going to walk home with Bettie," returned Henrietta, quickly substituting the proper labels. "I can easily write out that luncheon menu while she's putting feathers on the cow's tail."
And the new girl did walk home with Bettie, and teased her so merrily all the long way that Bettie didn't know whether to like her or not.
Near the Cottage they met Jean, Marjory and Mabel just starting out to look for belated Bettie.
"This," said Bettie introducing her new acquaintance, "is Henrietta—Henrietta——"