“Discoveries?” asked Sandy. “What about?”
“I’ll tell you after dinner.”
“Something I mustn’t hear,” said Mrs. Linn good-naturedly. “I suppose you’ve been in mischief.”
“What I admire about you, Marm,” said Sandy with a laugh, “is your—your—what’s the word, Ned; acumen?”
“Marm never wears one,” said Spud gravely.
On the porch later Cal told them what he had learned that morning from Miss Molly Elizabeth Curtis. Sandy was inclined to be severe with the young lady, but the rest, especially Spud, thought it was an excellent joke.
“She must be a smart kid,” Spud asserted. “And plucky, too. Think of her climbing down a water-spout!”
“It wasn’t a water-spout, it was a rain-spout,” corrected Dutch.
“Oh, what’s the difference?”