"Why!" cried Agnes, "that's the grade I am going into."
"I'm older than you are," said the boy, with that quick, angry flush mounting into his cheeks. "I'm fifteen. But I never had a chance to go to school."
"That is too bad," said Agnes, sympathetically. She saw that he was eager to enter school and sympathized with him on that point, for she was eager herself.
"We'll have an awfully nice teacher," she told him. "Miss Shipman."
Just then Ruth appeared at the upper window and looked down upon them.
CHAPTER III
THE PIG IS IMPORTANT
"My goodness! what are you doing down there, Aggie?" demanded Ruth. "And who's that with you!"
"I—I got up to get a peach, Ruthie," explained Agnes, rather stammeringly. "And I asked the boy to have one, too."