tongue!

Grace roared laughing. The outburst caused the boy in the corner to drop
his pencil and stare.

Then Cleo laughed; Louise joined her, and all three bolted for the door.

"Oh, I thought I'd choke," gurgled Cleo. "Did you ever see such circus
folks?"

"But the boy with the yellow paper may be writing us another letter,"
hazarded Grace. "We should have gone up boldly and confronted him."

"I was more interested in slip-shod Letty," said Louise. "She looked
real daggers, and what about her threat? She almost shook her fist at
us."

"Oh, she'll be sure to love us, that's certain," commented Cleo, "but I
don't see why we should let her act so bold. We ran as if we were afraid
of her."

"We were afraid of ourselves--thought we were going to get into a fit of
laughing," admitted Grace.

"Come on," urged Louise. "Leonore will be out of patience."

"I thought you were going to buy the store out," said the waiting girl,
impatiently pressing the self starter button and the car rumbled off.

"No danger," replied Grace. "But we saw the funniest folks," and she
proceeded to tell of their near-encounter with the girl they named
Letty, and then mentioned the glimpse they had of the queer, studious
boy.

"A couple of freaks," said Leonore, as the car picked up speed. "There
are plenty of them around here, and you little girl scouts better watch
out. Some one may find you off your guard," she finished good-naturedly.

When the girls settled down they exchanged opinions on the morning's
experience. No little country coin collector could open fire on them
that way, without paying some penalty. Not if they knew it.

"And think of her sticking her tongue out," exclaimed Grace. "Of all the
rude tricks!"

"I do believe she would have punched me if she had dared," remarked
Cleo.

"Well, she had better wait--just wait," said Louise with a threat in her
voice. "We are sure to meet Letty again and then--just wait!"

"And the boy with the yellow paper," Cleo reminded her chums. "What
about him?"

"There's plenty of yellow paper," replied Grace, "but of course he might
be our fire-bug. He looked sort of unconscious."

"Didn't notice you looking at him, that _was_ queer," teased Louise.

"Oh, I think I saw your gray eyes rolling over in his corner," fired
back Grace.

"Not even the entire volley brought him to his senses," put in Cleo,
"for I must admit _I_ was looking over his way myself."

"Well, here we are. Th