"You see, we go to a boys' school, and we haven't any girl cousins, or anything; and the only girls I ever see are at dancing class, or in a summer hotel, and then they're all frilled up, and sort of airy." "I love to play with boys," said Marjorie, frankly, "and I guess we'll have a lot of fun this summer." "I guess we _will_! Are you going to stay all summer ?" "Yes, till September, when school begins." "So are we.

Isn't it funny we live next door to each other ?" "Awful funny," agreed Marjorie, pulling a very black potato out of the red-hot embers.

"This is done," she went on, "and I'm going to eat it." "So say we all of us," cried King.

"One done,--all done! Help yourselves, boys!" So they all pulled out the black, sooty potatoes, with more delighted anticipations than would have been roused by the daintiest dish served at a table.
"Ow!" cried Marjorie, flinging down her potato, and sticking her finger in her mouth.

"Ow! that old thing _popped_ open, and burned me awfully!" "Too bad, Mops!" said King, with genuine sympathy, but the Craig boys were more solicitous.
"Oh, oh! I'm so sorry," cried Tom.