"In a couple of days you shall go again in the school. But you are not going any more in the Spring Grove School. It is not any more your district."
"N-not to Miss Miflin!" gasped Ellen Louisa.
"No, you are no more in Miss Miflin's district."
"B-but—" Ellen Louisa felt her braid of black hair sharply tweaked. Louisa Ellen was a shade thinner than Ellen Louisa and a trifle quicker witted.
"You didn't have to tell Aunt Mena right out that we were going home," she said, when they had finished their breakfast. "Now come on."
The coast was, at that moment, perfectly clear. Aunt Mena was in the cellar getting the cream ready to churn, and Aunt Mena's husband was in a distant field, ploughing. The twins seized caps and shawls and fled. Ellen Louisa made for the high road.
"What have you for!" cried Louisa Ellen. "That way she will look for us. We go this way to the Spring Grove road. Come on."
Ten minutes later, when Aunt Mena came to the door, they were not in sight. Aunt Mena was not much troubled. She did not know that Sarah had been allowed to stay in the farmhouse.
"Pooh! they will go to Daniel, and he will fetch them home, or I will fetch them home. It is all one."