"I—I forgot," admitted Tess. "'Ge-og-er-fry!' Is that right?"
"Shucks!" exclaimed Agnes. "Let's have the joke. I bet Sammy Pinkney is always up to something."
"He likes Tess, Sammy does," piped up Dot, "for he gave her Billy Bumps."
Tess grew fiery red. "I don't want boys liking me!" she declared. "Only Neale."
"And especially not Sam Pinkney, eh?" said Agnes. "But what happened? You have us all worked up, Tess."
"Why, Miss Andrews was telling us that the 'stan' at the end of any word meant 'the place of'—like Afghanistan, the place the Afghans live——"
"That's what Mrs. Adams is knitting," interposed Dot, placidly.
"What?" demanded Agnes. "Why, the Afghans are a people—in Asia—right near India."
"She's knitting one; she told me so," declared Dot, holding her ground obstinately. "She knits it out of worsted."
"That's right," laughed Ruth. "It's a crocheted 'throw' for a couch. You are right, Dot; and so are you, too, Aggie."