money to move. I'm afraid we shall have to cut it off somewhere else
for a while. What if it should be the music, Ruth?"

That did go to Ruth's heart. She tried so hard to be willing that she
did not speak at first.

"'Open and shet is a sign of more wet!'" cried Barbara. "I don't
believe there ever was a family that had so _much_ opening and
shetting! We just get a little squeak out of a crack, and it goes
together again and snips our noses!"

"What _is_ a 'squeak' out of a crack?" said Rosamond, laughing. "A
mouse pinched in it, I should think."

"Exactly," replied Barbara. "The most expressive words are
fricassees,--heads and tails dished up together. Can't you see the
philology of it? 'Squint' and 'peek.' Worcester can't put down
everything. He leaves something to human ingenuity. The language isn't
all made,--or used,--yet!"

Barbara had a way of putting heads and tails together, in defiance--in
aid, as she maintained--of the dictionaries.

"O, I can practise," Ruth said, cheerily. "It will be so bright out
there, and the mornings will be so early!"

"That's just what they won't be, particularly," said Barbara, "seeing
we're going 'west over.'"

"Well, then, the afternoons will be long. It is all the same," said