"Children! don't scrap," murmured peace-loving Ruth, sinking into the background—and her own algebra—again.
"Well!" complained Tess. "I haven't found out when he was born yet."
"Never mind, honey," said Agnes. "Tell what he did. That's more important. Look up the date later."
"I know," said Dot, breaking in with more primary information. "He planted a cherry tree."
"Chopped it down, you mean," said Agnes.
"And he never told a lie," insisted Dot.
"I believe that is an exploded doctrine," chuckled Neale O'Neil.
"Well, how did they know he didn't tell a lie?" demanded Tess, the practical.
"They never caught him in one," said Neale, with brutal frankness. "There's a whole lot of folks honest like that."
"Goodness, Neale!" cried Ruth, waking up again at that heresy. "How pessimistic you are."