Fisher had loaned them, and over which the heads of the two
girls were bent, "if you boys haven't been quick, though!"
"Haven't we?" cried Jasper, and his eyes twinkled.
"Don't tell," whispered Pickering over his shoulder.
"And what are you two whispering about?" cried Alexia, deserting the
cook-book: "Now, tell us," she demanded, dreadfully afraid she would miss
some news.
"Well, you see--" began Jasper.
"Hush--hush!" said Pickering.
"Now don't pay any attention to Pickering," said Alexia, turning a cold
shoulder to the last-mentioned individual; "do tell us, Jasper, what is
it?"
"The fact is," said Jasper, laughing, "I didn't have to go for Pickering at
all; that is, only to the corner. He was coming here."
"And Jasper nearly knocked the breath out of me," finished Pickering, "he
bolted into me so."
"Well, you were on the wrong side of the pavement," retorted Jasper.
"Is that all?" cried Alexia, horribly disappointed to get no news. "Oh,
dear me! Well, do sit down, now you have come, and let us get to these
horrible old notices."
So the boys drew up their chairs, and Polly pushed the cook-book, with an
affectionate little pat, into the center of the table. "That's what we are
going to study," she said gleefully.
"Study?" echoed Pickering, with a very long face. "I didn't come over here
to study; I get enough of that at school," and he glared in a very injured
way at Jasper.
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