“I hope you do, too,” said Nellie generously. “There’s no use in me hoping for it. I never can write a decent composition. But I hope you win, Nan!”
“Thanks,” replied Bert’s sister.
On the way home Nan told her brother how worried she had been when he was sent to the principal’s office.
“I was worried myself, at first,” Bert admitted. “But I had to laugh when he asked me to spin the top.”
“I wish Mr. Tarton would send for me and ask me to turn somersaults in class!” laughed Freddie, when he heard his older brother and sister talking about what had happened. “I can do them fine—look!”
And on the grass at the edge of the sidewalk he flopped down and turned three somersaults one after the other.
“Good!” cried Bert.
“I can do that, too!” declared Flossie. “Want to see me?”
“No! No!” objected Nan. “You mustn’t! Not here on the street! You’re a girl and Freddie is a boy—that’s different!”
“Well, I can turn somersaults as good as he can!” declared Flossie.