"Now you boys are to wipe the dishes for Rachel," said their mother, with an approving glance at the group.
"I'd rather," began Rachel, wrinkling up her face.
"So remember; and when you are through, and the kitchen is set up neatly, you may all play out of doors this afternoon, for lessons don't begin for you until to-morrow, Rachel. And now be good children."
"I don't like lessons," said Peletiah, when they were left alone.
"Don't you?" exclaimed Rachel, in astonishment, and resting her soapy hands on the edge of the dishpan.
"No, I don't," declared Peletiah, with great deliberation, "like them at all."
"Well, I shall, I know." Rachel twitched off her hands and slapped the mop down smartly among the cups in the hot water.
"Ow! you splashed me all over," exclaimed Ezekiel. "See there, now,
Rachel." He stepped hack and held up his arm.
"Phoo! that's nothing," said Rachel.
"It hurt; it's hot," said Ezekiel, squirming about.