So for an hour each day, between your studies, you will romp and play in this sand.

You may begin to frolic now, William Dear, and then James will sweep up the dirt again for to-morrow's frolic." But William didn't frolic none.

He jest looked at that dirt in a sad kind o' way, and he says very serious but very decided: "Aunt Estelle, I shall NOT frolic." And they had to let it go at that, fur he never would frolic none, neither.

And all that nice clean dirt was throwed out in the back yard along with the unscientific dirt..