"And about the spider?"
"I wiped that out nicely with a newspaper every time I wanted to use it."
"Oh, horrors!—Mother, listen to that!"
"Why, what more could you ask? You wouldn't have me wipe it six times a day, would you?"
"I wonder it didn't poison you," commented Mrs. Welsh.
"Takes more'n that to poison a student," laughed Albert, as he went out.
The next afternoon he came bursting into the kitchen, where Maud stood with her sleeves rolled up, deep in the dishpan.
"Don't you want a sleigh-ride?" he asked, boyishly eager.
She looked up with shining eyes.
"Oh, wouldn't I! Can you get along, mother?"