"Things should now be English," insisted Caleb. "But you are too lazy, all of you, from the teacher down. You will be pretty much ashamed of yourselves this year, that I can tell you."
Katy was already halfway to the door, her black legs flying. She would waste no words on Caleb Stemmel. But now she turned and went back. Katy was curious.
"Why this year?"
"Because," teased Caleb.
"That is a dumb answer! Why because?"
"Because it is some one coming."
"Who?"
"A visitor." Caleb pronounced it "wisitor."
"Pooh! What do I care for a 'wisitor'?" mocked Katy.
"This is one that you care for!"