"Why, don't you see? They've gone and painted the old thing all over new. Every boy cut his name somewhere before we left last term. They're all painted over now: maybe they're puttied up level. They did that once before, and we had to cut 'em all out again."
"Oh!" said Ford, "I see: you were afraid they'd forget you. I don't believe they would."
"You haven't pointed out Mrs. Myers's," said Dabney. "It must be pretty near breakfast-time. Where is it?"
The Hart boys broke out into a joint giggle of enjoyment as Joe responded,—
"There it is,—right across there, beyond the harness-shop, opposite the other end of the green. Handy in bad weather."
"It's a pretty decent-looking house too," said Ford. "Come on: let's go over, and let her know we've arrived in port."
"Well, no," said Joe: "you fellows go over, soon as you please. Fuz and
I won't take our breakfast there this morning."
"Going somewhere else, eh? Well, we'll have an eye to your trunks when they come."
The giggle grew rapidly into a laugh, as Fuz exclaimed,—
"Trunks! why, our baggage'll go to our boarding-house. We don't put up with Mother Myers this time: got a new place. Oh, but won't you fellows just love her and Almira!"