"They've had a pretty good teacher, too, all winter," he said.
"So've we," said Corry; "and some of us have been putting in on our spelling more'n any thing else."
"That's good. Maybe they have too. I shouldn't wonder if Vosh was the best man you've got."
"Perhaps he is, and perhaps he isn't. Anyhow, we're going to have fair play this time. Their teacher isn't going to put out the words. There'll be a committee."
"That's better; but I'm afraid there won't be any prize brought back to this valley."
"It's a splendid prize!" exclaimed Pen,—"a great big dixinary."
"A dictionary, eh?"
"Yes," said Port; "and all the words spelled are to be given out from it."
"Any kind of words?"
"Not exactly. They must be just such words as people use, but they can be as long as they can find in the book."