Now, Sarah Maud
comes to her door when the children come home from school, and if
Mama nods her head, 'Yes,' that means 'Carol is very well,' and
then you ought to hear the little Ruggleses yell--I believe they
try to see how much noise they can make; but if Mama shakes her
head, 'No,' they always play at quiet games. Then, one day,
'Cary,' my pet canary, flew out of her cage, and Peter Ruggles
caught her and brought her back, and I had him up here in my room
to thank him."
"Is Peter the oldest?"
"No; Sarah Maud is the oldest--she helps do the washing; and
Peter is the next. He is a dressmaker's boy."
"And which is the pretty little red-haired girl?"
"That's Kitty."
"And the fat youngster?"
"Baby Larry."
"And that freckled one?"
"Now, don't laugh--that's Peoria!"
"Carol, you are joking."
"No, really, Uncle dear. She was born in Peoria; that's all."
"And is the next boy Oshkosh?"
"No," laughed Carol, "the others are Susan, and Clement, and
Eily, and Cornelius."
"How did you ever learn all their names?"
"Well, I have what I call a 'window-school.
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