It is an_ti_cipate, not antic_ip_-ate." [Illustration: "SHE PUSHED THE BUSHES ASIDE AND CAME TOWARDS HIM"] The boy looked half bewildered and half grateful.

"An_ti_cipate!" he repeated, slowly.

"Thanky, miss! it's a onreasonable sort o' word, 'pears ter me." And he bent over his carrots again.
But Hilda did not return to her currant-picking.

She was interested in this freckled, tow-headed boy, wrestling with four-syllabled words while he worked.
"Why do you study your lesson out here ?" she asked, sitting down on a convenient stump, and refreshing herself with another bunch of white currants.

"Couldn't you learn it better indoors ?" "Dunno!" replied the boy.