I'll go the other way and come it over 'em the same way." So the one went off with one group of scholars, and the other with another.

In a little while the two met at the bottom of the lane, and when they reached the school they had it all to themselves.

Then they sat together, with a slate before them, and Tom gave Becky the pencil and held her hand in his, guiding it, and so created another surprising house.

When the interest in art began to wane, the two fell to talking.
Tom was swimming in bliss.

He said: "Do you love rats ?" "No! I hate them!" "Well, I do, too--LIVE ones.