"
"Yes," said Mollie; "and of course Nellie Dimock would dream about cats,
wouldn't you, Nell? and Roy Tyler about moths and butterflies, and
Florence Austin about birds, and I--well, I should dream of all the
beasts and the birds Aunt Ruth has told us about, all jumbled up
together."
"I shall always remember one thing," Nellie Dimock said, "when I think
about our quilt."
"What is that, Nellie?"
"Not to step on an ant-hill if I can possibly help it, because it blocks
up the street, and the little people have to work so hard to cart away
the dirt."
"I ain't half so afraid of worms as I used to be," Eliza Ann Jones
announced, "since I've found out what funny things they can do; and next
summer I'm going to make some butterflies out of fennel-worms,"
"Roy says," Sammy began, and stopped; for Roy was making forcible
objections to the disclosure.
"Well, what does Roy say?" Miss Ruth asked, knowing nothing of the kicks
administered under the table.
"He won't let me tell," said Sammy.
"He's always telling what I say," said Roy. "Why don't he speak for
himself?"
"Well, I never!" said Sammy. "I thought you was too bashful to speak,
and so I'd do it for you."
"What was it, Roy?"
"Why, I said, when I owned a horse, if he should happen to shy, you
know, I'd cure him of it just as that minister cured Peter.
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