"Then you ain't heard?" crowed Sammy.
"And we're not likely to, if you don't hurry up and say something," snapped Agnes.
"Well!" growled Sammy. "She's hurt-ed. She was run down by an automobile on High Street. They wanted to take her to the hospital—the one for girls and babies, you know——"
"Oh! Mrs. Eland's hospital!" gasped Tess.
"Yep. But she wouldn't go there. They say she made 'em take her to her boarding house. And she's hurt bad. And, oh, goody! there won't be any school Monday!" cried the young savage, beginning to dance again.
"Don't you fool yourself!" exclaimed Agnes, for Tess was crying frankly, and Dot had a finger in her mouth. "Don't you fool yourself, Sammy Pinkney! They'll have plenty of time to find a substitute teacher before school opens on Monday."
"Oh, they won't!" wailed the boy.
"Yes they will. And I hope it will be somebody a good deal worse than Miss Pepperill. So there!"
"Oh, but there ain't nobody worse," said Sammy, with conviction, while Tess looked at her older sister with tearful surprise.
"Why, Aggie!" she said sorrowfully. "I hope you don't mean that. 'Cause I've got to go to school Monday as well as Sammy."