"If you listen again I WILL send you back; I mean it."

"I won't, ma'am. I won't. Now--"

"Be still. Where is our dictionary? It isn't in the closet with the
other books where it ought to be. Do you know where it is?"

"No'm.... Yes'm, come to think of it, I do. Lulie Hallet borrowed it the
other day. Her and Zach Bloomer was havin' a lot of talk about how to
spell somethin' and Lulie she got our dictionary so's to settle it--and
Zach. I'll fetch it back to-morrow mornin'.... But what do you want the
dictionary for, Miss Martha?"

Martha shook her head, with the air of one annoyed by a puzzle the
answer to which should be familiar.

"I'm goin' to find out what an archaeologist is," she declared. "I ought
to know, but I declare I don't."

"An arky-what? Oh, that's what that little Mr. Bangs said he was, didn't
he? You know what _I_ think he is, Miss Martha?"

"No, I don't. You go to bed, Primmie."

"_I_ think he's an undertaker."

"Undertaker! Good heavens and earth, what put that in your head?"

"Everything. Look at them clothes he wears, black tail-coat and white