“I don’t!” cried Don indignantly.
“You snore like a pig; I’ve heard you.”
“Never!”
“I’ll leave it to Becky,” said Sue.
“If she sides with you, I’ll pinch her till she’s black-an’-blue,” promised Don angrily.
“I dare you,” said Becky, bristling at the threat.
“Now—now!” warned Phoebe; “there’ll be a fight in a minute, and some one will be sorry. Cool off, my dears, and don’t get excited over nothing. Have you got your lessons for to-morrow?”
At nine thirty next morning Janet Ferguson stopped at the house, as she had promised to do, and Phoebe put on her things and joined her friend on the way to town, to interview Mr. Holbrook.
“Any news?” asked Phoebe.
Janet shook her head.