"Huh!" grumbled Sammy, "teachers don't know much, anyway. Look!

There's what Miss Grimsby told us in physics the other day--all about what you're made of, and how you're made, and the names you can call yourself--if you want to.

"You know: Your legs and arms are _limbs_--and all that. She told us the middle part of our bodies is the _trunk_, and she asked us all if we understood that. Some said 'yes,' and some didn't say nothing,"

went on the excited boy.

"'Don't you know the middle of the body is the trunk?' she asked Patsy Roach. And what do you suppose he told Miss Grimsby?"

"I can't imagine," said Agnes, for this was in the evening and the young people were gathered about the sitting-room table with their lesson books.

"He told her: 'You ought to go to the circus, Miss Grimsby, and see the elephant,'" giggled Sammy. "And I guess Patsy was right. Huh!

_Trunk!_" he added with scorn.

"a.s.sociation of ideas," chuckled Neale O'Neil, who was likewise present as usual during home study hour. "I heard that one of the kids in Dot's grade gave Miss Andrews an extremely bright answer the other day."

"What was that, Neale?" asked Agnes, who would rather talk than study at any time.

"History. Miss Andrews asked one little girl who discovered America, and the answer was, 'Ohio'!"

"Oh! Oh!" murmured Agnes, while even Ruth smiled.

"Yes," chuckled Neale. "Miss Andrews said, 'No; Columbus discovered America,' and the kid said: 'Yes'm. That was his first name.'"

"She got her geography and history mixed," said Ruth, smiling.

"That was Sadie Goronofsky's half-sister, Becky," explained Dot. "She isn't very bright."

"You bet she isn't bright!" snorted Sammy Pinkney. "Her pop's got a little tailor shop with another man down on Meadow Street, and they are always fighting."

"Who are always fighting?" asked Neale quizzically. "Becky and her father or Becky and her father's partner?"

"Smartie! Becky's pop and the other man," answered Sammy. "And their landlord was putting in a new store-front, and Becky's father put out a sign telling folks they were still working--_you_ know. Becky said it read: 'Business going on during altercations,' instead of 'alterations.' And 'altercations' means fights," concluded the wise Sammy.

"Just see," remarked Ruth quietly, "how satisfied you children should be that you know so much more than your little mates. You so frequently bring home tales about them."

"Aw, now, Ruth," mumbled Sammy, who was bright enough to note her characteristic criticism.

"I would try," the oldest Kenway said admonishingly, "to bring home only the pleasant stories about my little school friends."

"Oh! _I_ know a nice story about Allie Newman's little brother,"

declared Dot eagerly.

"That little terror!" murmured Agnes.

"He is one tough little kid," admitted Neale O'Neil, in an undertone.

"What about the little Newman boy?" asked Ruth indulgently. "And then we must all study."

"Why," said Dot, big-eyed and very much in earnest, "you know Robbie Newman doesn't go to school yet; and he's an awful trial to his mother."

"That is gossip, Dot," Tess interposed severely.

But the smallest Corner House girl was not to be derailed from the main line of her story, and went right on:

"He was naughty the other day and his mamma told him she'd shut him up somewhere all by himself. 'If you do, Mamma,' he said, 'I'll just smash ev'rything in the room.'"

"Oh-oo!" gasped Tess, proving herself to be quite as much interested in the "gossip" as the others around the evening lamp. "What a wicked boy!"

"But he didn't smash anything," Dot was quick to explain. "For his mother put him right out in the henhouse."

"The henhouse! Fancy!" said Agnes.

"There wasn't anything for him to smash there," said Dot. "But when she had locked him in, Robbie put his head out of the little door where the hens go in and out, and he called after her:

"'Mamma, you can lock me in here all you want to; but I won't lay any eggs!'"

"I am not sure that it isn't gossip," chuckled Agnes, when the general laugh had subsided.

"That will be all now," Ruth said with severity. "Study time is here."

But there was another and more important subject in all their minds than either school happenings, the eccentricities of their friends, or the lesson books themselves.

The holidays! The thought of going to Red Deer Lodge! A winter vacation in the deep woods, and to live in "picnic" fashion, as they supposed, lent a charm to the plan that delighted every member of the Corner House party.

Ruth and Agnes wrote to the Shepards--to Cecile at home with her Aunt Lorena, and to Luke at college--and they were immediately enamored of the plan and returned enthusiastic acceptances of the invitation, thanking Mr. Howbridge, of course, as well.

The lawyer was having a great deal to do at this time, and he came to the old Corner House more than once to talk about the Birdsall twins to Ruth and the others. As he said, it gave him comfort to talk over something he did not know anything about with the oldest Corner House sister.

He sat one stormy day in the cozy sitting-room, with Dot and the Alice-doll on one knee and Tess and Almira, who was now a quite grown-up cat and had kittens of her own, on his other knee. All the Corner House cats were pets, no matter how grown-up they were.

"It is worrying me a great deal, Ruthie," he said to the sympathetic girl. "Look at a day like this. We don't know where those poor children are. Rodgers says they could have had but little money. In fact, they scarcely knew what money was for, having always had everything needful supplied them."

"Twelve-year-old children nowadays, Mr. Howbridge," said Ruth, "are usually quite capable of looking after themselves."

"You think so?" queried the worried guardian.

"You remember what Agnes was at twelve. And look at our Tess."

The lawyer pinched Tess' cheek. "I see what she is. And she is going to be twelve some day, I suppose," he agreed. "But what would she and--say--Sammy Pinkney do, turned out alone into the world?"

"Oh!" cried Dot, the little pitcher with the big ears, "Sammy and I went off alone to be pirates. And I'm younger than Tess."

"I hope I shouldn't run away with Sammy!" said Tess, in some disdain.

"Why," Dot put in, "suppose Sammy was your brother? I felt quite sisterly to him that time we were hid in the ca.n.a.lboat."

"I guess that we all feel 'sisterly' to Sammy," laughed Ruth. "And I am sure, Tess, you would know what to do if you were away from home with him."

"I guess I would," agreed Tess severely. "I'd march him right back again."