and then I said: "Let's knock down some apples first."
Bess said "All right," and after we had thrown a lot of kindlings into the tree, I felt better, and we went back and sat down and I told Bess all about what I had heard.
She looked sober enough when I got through. "I wonder what she's like," she said, jabbing the sod with a little stick. "Don't you know a thing about her, Chet?"
"Not a thing more than I've told you."
I could see that Bess had one of her "moods" coming on, and I was glad of it. Bess's moods are just as ugly as mine, and it was a sort of relief to see the wrinkles coming between her eyes.
"I don't see the sense to it," she said at last, jabbing the stick so hard that it broke. "Why don't they let her go to boarding-school? If she hasn't got any home, that's the place for her, instead of coming boring other people."
"How'd you like to go to boarding-school?" I asked. I didn't want the girl to come; but I wanted Bess to see that she was as ugly as I was.
"I wouldn't go," said Bess. "What's the sense of saying anything like that, anyway? You
