“I guess so,” replied Billy, looking at his watch. “The ball team doesn’t meet until two-thirty.”
[CHAPTER XV]
The Outdoor Seed-Bed
“LET me see,” said Billy. “What lesson is this?”
“It’s the fourth lesson,” Mary Frances counted on her fingers. “I remember perfectly.”
“Right you are,” replied Billy, rising and bowing; “and I shall begin this lecture by reciting a little piece of poetry, called—
Two Little Acorns