Tom arrived at the door with
the wheelbarrow about two o'clock. The provisions were stowed safely
away in the bottom and covered over with a piece of old matting, and
then Tom and Susy started off. Both boy and girl were in high spirits.
The day was as fine as it had been on the previous day, and Susy
chattered to her heart's content.
"My word," said Tom, "I must be in it!"
"But you can't, Tom. You are a boy. That would be the final straw. If
the ladies of the school and those awful governors were to come along
and to see a boy in the midst of forty girls, I do believe we'd all be
put in prison. You must clear out, Thomas; make up your mind to that as
soon as ever you have handed over the things to Aunt Church."
"You wait and see," said Tom. "You may suppose you are a favorite with
Aunt Church, but you are nothing at all to me; I can just twist her
round my fingers. It's a fine time I mean to have. I won't worry you at
all when you are having your commotion in the yard. For the matter of
that, I'll creep into the pig-sty with Brownie, and we can look over the
doorway."
"Oh, Tom, you are certain to be discovered. And you'll just pinch that
pig and make him squeal like anything."
Tom laughed.
"I mean to have my fun," he said; "and don't you suppose for a moment
I'm going to funk a lot of stupid, silly girls. How much do you think
I'm going to eat, miss?"
"I'm sure you are going to be horribly greedy.
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