added as she turned toward the doorway. "Be sure to be on time, for she won't know what to do."
"Yes, ma'am," said Peter and Billy in chorus.
They watched in silence her gradual retreat to the house. She stopped once or twice to examine critically a clipped shrub or a freshly spaded flower-bed, but she finally passed out of hearing. Billy uttered an eloquent grunt; while Peter hitched up his trousers in both hands and commenced a tour of the room on his heels.
"William," he squeaked in a high falsetto, "you 've spilt a great deal more water than is necessary on this here floor. You'd ought to be more careful; it will warp the boards."
"Yes, ma'am," said Billy with a grin.
"An' goodness me! What is this horrid stuff in this box?" He sniffed daintily at the harness grease. "How many times must I
