“I think you’re fibbing!” declared her seatmate flatly.
“Oh!” gasped the new pupil, deeply hurt by the imputation.
“Yes, I do!” said Freda. “I’ve got a folding nickel cup. But who ever heard of paper cups? Everybody drinks out of the dipper.”
“That rusty old saucepan?” murmured Carolyn May in wonder.
“Huh, you’re awful finicky!” scoffed the other.
“Is the water in that pail on the shelf?”
“Yes. And don’t you spill none, or Miss Minnie will get mad at you.”
“I guess I’ll wait till I get home at noon recess,” said the little city girl. “I’m—I’m not so thirsty now.”
There proved, too, at the start, to be a little difficulty with Miss Minnie. Prince would not remain at home. He howled and whined for the first half of Monday morning’s session—as Aunty Rose confessed, almost driving her mad. Then he slipped his collar and tore away on Carolyn May’s cold trail.
He heard the children’s voices as they came out of the school at recess, and charged into the group in search of his little mistress. Carolyn May was just getting acquainted with the other pupils of her own age and was enjoying herself very much.