“Of course I will, goosie,” cried Peggie, “but it will help mother to have me away, and I can get through school faster, Jean says, this way.”
“But you’ll stay down East there and teach, if you do.”
“No, I won’t, Don,” Peggie said, lovingly. “I’ll come home, sure. I love Wyoming.”
The following day they all rode over to the gulch for the last time. The Doctor was in his element, bossing a gang of workmen, and they met two other famous men.
“What on earth did the Doctor call them, girls?” said Sue, on their way back. “Paleo—paleo—”
“Paleontologists,” corrected Ruth, firmly. “Swallow first, and take a deep breath, and you can say it, Sue.”
“Bone diggers,” added Ted, irreverently.
“More than that, Ted,” Jean interposed. “The other word is long, and difficult to remember, but it means a lot. It comes from three Greek words, and means a discourse on ancient life or beings on the earth. That is more than bone digging, isn’t it?”
“I’m sorry,” Ted said, penitently. “But I know I’ll never remember the other word.”
“Yes, you will, young lady,” cried Jean, laughingly, “because the very first time you need discipline this term, I shall have you write it fifty times.”