little low chairs, making fairy cities, caves, and even make-believe
seashore places.

"This is like the one where we were this Summer," said Flossie, as
she made a hole in her sand pile to take the place of the ocean.
"If I had water and a piece of wood I could show you where there
was a shipwreck," she said to the girl next to her.

"That isn't the way it was," spoke Freddie, from the other side of
the room. "There was more sand at the seashore than on this whole
table--yes, on ten tables like this."

"There was not!" cried Flossie.

"There was too!" insisted her brother.

"Children--children!" called the teacher. "You must not argue
like that--ever--in school, or out of it. Now we will sing our
work-song, and after that we will march with the flags," and she
went to the piano to play. All the little ones liked this, and
the dispute of Flossie and Freddie was soon forgotten.

Bert kept thinking of what might happen between himself and Danny
Rugg when school was out, and when his teacher asked him what the
Pilgrim Fathers did when they first came to settle in New England
Bert looked up in surprise, and said:

"They fought."

"Fought!" exclaimed the teacher. "The book says they gave thanks."