“Kitty,” said the mother, “you call the men to supper.”
“I can’t leave this,” said Kitty, flushing; “it will boil over. You call, mother.”
So Mrs. Bartlett held her open palms on each side of her mouth, and gave the long wailing cry, which was faintly answered from the fields, and Yates, who knew a thing or two, noted with secret satisfaction that Kitty had refused doubtless because he was there.
CHAPTER VIII.
“I tell you what it is, Renny,” said Yates, a few days after the soap episode, as he swung in his hammock at the camp, “I’m learning something new every day.”
“Not really?” asked the professor in surprise.
“Yes, really. I knew it would astonish you. My chief pleasure in life, professor, is the surprising of you. I sometimes wonder why it delights me; it is so easily done.”
“Never mind about that. What have you been learning?”