"I don't know about schools," Sally replied. "I suppose I'm going to some school, and Charlie, too."
"Ours," Dum began; but at the mention of school Dee started.
"G—g—gee!" he exclaimed. "We g—g—got to h—h—hurry or we'll be l—late. C—c—come on."
The twins were gone. Sally and Charlie got down from the fence.
"They were a funny pair, weren't they, Charlie?"
"Yes, they were. Now, Sally," Charlie went on dismally, "what you goin' to do?"
Sally sighed. It was not nine o'clock and Charlie was in the dumps already. She looked around and there was Miss Hazen just coming out of the front door.
"There's Cousin Martha, Charlie. Let's go and meet her."
Charlie was not in a state to be enthusiastic about anything, certainly not about Cousin Martha. He didn't care; but he went, in a condition of dismal melancholy that touched her.
"Homesick, poor child!" she murmured. "Charlie," she said aloud, "I am going downtown in the carriage, to do some errands. Don't you want to go? You and Sally?"