“No, not much,” said King, “we don’t raise anything.”

“Except when you raise the mischief,” declared Carter, laughing at the prim faces before him.  “I’m thinkin’ if you’d always wear those sober-colored dresses you mightn’t lead such a rambunctious life.”

“That’s so,” said King, kicking at his skirts.  “But they’re not easy to get around in.”

“I think they are,” said Marjorie, gracefully swishing the long folds of her silk skirt.  “Come on, King, let’s go over and see Stella; we haven’t seen her yet.”

“Miss Stella’s gone to school,” Carter informed them.  “I saw her go by with her books just before nine o’clock.  And if you ladies can excuse me now, I’ll be going back to my work.  If so be ye fall in the river or anything, just you scream, Miss Marjorie, and I’ll come and fish you out.”

“We don’t fall in twice in one day,” said Marjorie, with dignity, and the two Quaker ladies trailed away across the lawn.

They went down into the orchard, to pay a visit to Breezy Inn.  This was Marjorie’s tree-house which Uncle Steve had had built for her the year before.

But the rope ladder was not there, so they could not go up, and they wandered on, half hoping they might meet somebody who would really think they were Quaker ladies.  Crossing the orchard, they came out on one of the main streets of the town, and saw not far away, the school which Stella and Molly attended.

Marjorie had a sudden inspiration.  “Let’s go to the school,” she said, “and ask for Stella and Molly!”

“Only one of them,” amended King; “which one?”

“Stella, then.  We’ll go to the front door, and we’ll probably see the janitor, and we’ll ask him to call Stella Martin down.”

“I think we’d better send for Molly.”

“No, Molly would make such a racket.  Stella’s so much quieter, and I don’t want to make any trouble.”

They reached the schoolhouse, which was a large brick building of three or four stories.  The front door was a rather impressive portal, and the children went up the steps and rang the bell.

“You do the talking, King,” said Marjorie.  “You can make your voice sound just like an old lady.”

The janitor appeared in answer to their ring, and looked greatly amazed to see two old Quaker ladies on the doorstep.  The children kept their heads down, and the large bonnets shaded their faces.

“We want to see Miss Stella Martin,” said King, politely, and the clever boy made his voice sound like that of an elderly lady.

“Yes’m,” said the janitor, a little bewildered.  “Will you come in?”

“No,” said King, “we won’t come in, thank you.  Please ask Miss Stella Martin to come down here.  Her two aunts from Philadelphia want to see her.”

The janitor partly closed the door, and went upstairs to Stella’s classroom.

“We fooled him all right!” chuckled King, “but what do you suppose Stella will say?”