Yet Sister, far
from being sorry for her hot, busy morning in the garden, felt
very happy.
"Now you don't mind, do you?" she asked Jimmie anxiously.
"Mind what?" he said, putting the wheelbarrow away in the
toolhouse.
"About the butterflies," explained Sister.
"I'd forgotten all about them," declared Jimmie, hugging her.
CHAPTER XVIII
MICKEY GAFFNEY
Brother and Sister were very fond of playing school. They
carefully saved all the old pencils and scraps of paper and half-
used blank books that Grace and Louise and Jimmie gave them, and
many mornings they spent on the porch "going to school."
Neither had ever been to school, and of course they were excited
at the prospect of starting in the fall. Brother had had
kindergarten lessons at home and he was ready for the first grade,
while Sister would have to make her start in the Ridgeway school
kindergarten.
"I wish summer would hurry up and go," complained Brother one
August day. "Then we could really go to school."
"Well, don't wish that," advised Louise. "Goodness knows you'll be
tired of it soon enough! Sister, what are you dragging out here?"
"My blackboard," answered Sister, almost falling over the doorsill
as she pulled her blackboard--a gift from Grandmother Hastings--
out onto the porch.
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