“Because I thought you had common sense.”
“It is a case of common sense.”
Judith’s fingers tapped lightly on the third story door.
“Come in,” called a girlish voice.
“Are you studying? May I stay and study too?”
“You are always ahead of me,” grumbled Lottie.
“Because I take longer lessons, and mother has no one else to teach. But she was tired to-day, and I couldn’t ask her about that dreadful thing in square root. Did you find out?”
“Yes, and it’s as easy as mud.”
Both girls laughed.
“Bensalem mud isn’t easy; you think you are going through to China every spring when the roads are bad.”