Danny behave. I'll go tell him myself!"

"Don't you dare, Nan!" cried Bert. "All the fellows would call me
'sissy,' if I let you do that. Never mind, I can look out for my
self. I'm not afraid of Danny."

"Oh, Bert, I hope you don't get into a fight."

"I won't, Nan--if I can help it. At least I won't hit first, but
if he hits me---"

Bert looked as though he knew what he would do in that case.

"Oh dear!" cried Nan, "aren't you boys just awful!"

However, she made up her mind that if Danny got too bad she would
speak to the principal about him, whether her brother wanted her
to or not.

"He won't know it," thought Nan.

She had no trouble in getting permission from her teacher for
herself and her two friends to sit together, and soon they had
moved their books and other things to one of the long desks that
had room for three pupils.

Meanwhile Flossie and Freddie got along very well in the kindergarten.
At first, just as the others did, they gave very little attention
to what the teacher wanted them to learn, but she was very patient,
and soon all the class was gathered about the sand table, in the