CHAPTER III.
PEREGRINATIONS "PEREGRINATIONS," laughed Kate, turning to the window to hide her face.
"Oh, Agatha, you are a dear, but you are too funny! Even a Fourth of July orator would not have used that word.

I never heard it before in all of my life outside spelling-school." Then she looked at the dollar she was gripping and ceased to laugh.
"The dear lad," she whispered.

"He did the whole thing.

She was going to let us 'fight it out'; I could tell by her back, and Adam wouldn't have helped me a cent, quite as much because he didn't want to as because Father wouldn't have liked it.

Fancy the little chap knowing he can wheedle his mother into anything, and exactly how to go about it! I won't spend a penny on myself until she is paid, and then I'll make her a present of something nice, just to let her and Nancy Ellen see that I appreciate being helped to my chance, for I had reached that point where I would have walked to school and worked in somebody's kitchen, before I'd have missed my opportunity.