“Benny, how much is two and two?” was the next question.
But Benny didn’t answer. Perhaps he couldn’t.
“Benny, how much is two and two?” repeated the teacher loudly.
Still no answer.
This was dreadful, and Susan felt that she must be severe. Shaking her finger warningly at disobedient Benny, she went to Grandfather’s desk to borrow his long black ruler, and, glancing out of the window, she saw a big red wagon toiling slowly up the road.
“It’s the circus!” exclaimed Susan. “Grandfather, wake up, the circus is coming.”
Grandfather woke himself up with a shake and peered out of the window, over Susan’s head.
“No, that is not the circus,” said he. “That’s a moving-van. Somebody’s furniture is packed inside that wagon. Hello, they’re turning in at the Tallman place. Liza must have rented it.”
And Grandfather and Susan, with great interest, watched the heavy van turn and jolt along the driveway that led to the house next door.
“Here comes another van,” called Susan, whose sharp eyes spied the red wagon far down the road.