"I saw him through the window," said Kent, in a low voice. "What's he
going to do to us? Dad's licked me, so that much is done."

Lydia told of their punishment. "Darn it," groaned Kent, "I'd rather
had another licking. I certainly do hate that girl."

"So do I," agreed Lydia.

The two sat staring into the summer twilight. "Anyhow," said Lydia, "I
hit her an awful smack in the face to-day. Of course, I had to, but
that's why her nose bled so."

"I wish you'd busted her old snoot," grumbled Kent. "She's always
turning it up at everybody. We saved somebody's life to-day, by golly,
and you'd think we'd committed a crime."

Lydia sighed. "Nothing to look forward to but worry now. O gee, Kent,
I've got two pennies! One's Patience's. But let's go spend the other
at Spence's!"

"Gum or all day sucker?" asked Kent, who, in spite of the fact that he
owned a second-hand bicycle, was not above sharing a penny.

"Gum lasts longer," suggested Lydia.

"What kinda gum, spruce or white or tutti-frutti?"

"You can choose."

"Spruce then. It makes the most juice. Come on, Lyd, before you're