"You crowd my knees dreadfully," said Frankie.
"Don't be impatient, dear," said his mother. "We must all try to be accommodating when we are out in the rain. Your brother has been sitting very patiently with the rain beating in his face, and you will be glad, I'm sure, to have him with us behind."
"I can't move my feet at all," said Frankie, in an impatient tone.
"Move a little this way, then; I am sure we can make room for all. Perhaps," she said softly, "there is somebody in your corner who ought to be driven out."
The little boy turned quickly round before he thought that his mother meant Satan; and this made them all laugh. Frankie was still rather fretful, but Willie began blowing with all his might. Willie and Nelly both looked so merry that he put away his naughty feelings, began to laugh, and soon found plenty of room on the seat.
CHAPTER IV.
PLAYING SCHOOL.
"Now I'll give you a word to spell," said Willie; "I bet none of you can spell it right."
"Don't say bet, my dear," said his mother. "It is not a good word to use. Beside, you are a teacher now, you know."