hands, while Bill Mullins held her firmly by the legs and cried to his sister:
"Hey, Beryl, you come and race Sara. Let's have a wheelbarrow race."
"Sara," cried her exasperated mother, "come into the house with me!"
"Why?" cried Sara. "I haven't done nothing. I haven't done a eenty, weenty thing."
"You know what you have done," Alice cried. "You used horrible language."
"I didn't use any different language than all of um." Alas, this was too true. Alice took refuge in the fact that Sara had been standing on her head.
"But I didn't stooded myself on my head!" wailed Sara.
A savage instinct almost mastered Alice. She felt a desire to spank everybody in sight. She would have liked to begin with Jamie, who was Chaplining around with grotesque solemnity. She knew he would continue to do this for weeks and weeks. She wanted to spank Sara, and oh! how she wanted to get a hand upon each and every Mullins. But instead she had to listen to Bill Mullins booming forth:
"Aw, come, Mis' Marcey, let 'em have some fun! When kids is oatsy, shows they're healthy!"
It seemed to Alice no less than a nightmare when, after a supper which the Mullins unanimously termed "swell eats," she saw all seven little children pass by the window waddling after the manner of that eminent film artist, Mr. Chaplin, and all of them chewing gum. Now Chaplining and gum-chewing were two things upon which Alice had set her foot. Tom's eye caught hers. A look of sympathy passed between them. Mr. Mullins flooded on serenely, saying:
"Yes, sir, I cleaned up a hundred thousand simoleons
