bother to. They bring us plenty to eat when we want them at the house."

"You--you don't do much of anything, do you?" asked Russ doubtfully.
"Not for yourselves, I mean."

"Don't have to," returned Frane, Junior. "The darkies do it all for us.
But Phil and Alice and I have to do our own studying."

Russ saw that he was in fun, but he was curious enough to ask the
smaller boy:

"Do you and the girls go to school?"

"School comes to us. There is a teacher comes here. Lives at the house.
But it's vacation time now till after New Year's. I hope she never comes
back!"

"Oh, is she mean to you?"

"Course she is," declared Frane, Junior. "She makes us study. I hate
to."

"Well, sometimes I don't like what they make us learn in school,"
admitted Russ slowly. "But I guess it's good for us."

"How do you know, it is?" demanded the other. "I don't feel any better
after I study. I only get the headache."

Russ could not find an immediate answer for this statement. Besides,
there was something right in front of him then that aroused his