After supper was over and the dishes washed and wiped, Betsy helping with the putting-away, the four gathered around the big lamp on the table with the red cover.  Cousin Ann was making some buttonholes in the shirt-waist she had constructed that afternoon, Aunt Abigail was darning socks, and Uncle Henry was mending a piece of harness.  Shep lay on the couch and snored until he got so noisy they couldn’t stand it, and Cousin Ann poked him in the ribs and he woke up snorting and gurgling and looking around very sheepishly.  Every time this happened it made Betsy laugh.  She held Eleanor, who didn’t snore at all, but made the prettiest little tea-kettle-singing purr deep in her throat, and opened and sheathed her needle-like claws in Betsy’s dress.

“Well, how’d you get on at school?” asked Uncle Henry.

“I’ve got your desk,” said Elizabeth Ann, looking at him curiously, at his gray hair and wrinkled, weather-beaten face, and trying to think what he must have looked like when he was a little boy like Ralph.

“So?” said Uncle Henry.  “Well, let me tell you that’s a mighty good desk!  Did you notice the deep groove in the top of it?”

Betsy nodded.  She had wondered what that was used for.

“Well, that was the lead-pencil desk in the old days.  When they couldn’t run down to the store to buy things, because there wasn’t any store to run to, how do you suppose they got their lead-pencils!” Elizabeth Ann shook her head, incapable even of a guess.  She had never thought before but that lead-pencils grew in glass show-cases in stores.

“Well, sir,” said Uncle Henry, “I’ll tell you.  They took a piece off the lump of lead they made their bullets of, melted it over the fire in the hearth down at the schoolhouse till it would run like water, and poured it in that groove.  When it cooled off, there was a long streak of solid lead, about as big as one of our lead-pencils nowadays.  They’d break that up in shorter lengths, and there you’d have your lead-pencils, made while you wait.  Oh, I tell you in the old days folks knew how to take care of themselves more than now.”

“Why, weren’t there any stores?” asked Elizabeth Ann.  She could not imagine living without buying things at stores.

“Where’d they get the things to put in a store in those days?” asked Uncle Henry, argumentatively.  “Every single thing had to be lugged clear from Albany or from Connecticut on horseback.”

“Why didn’t they use wagons?” asked Elizabeth Ann.

“You can’t run a wagon unless you’ve got a road to run it on, can you?” asked Uncle Henry.  “It was a long, long time before they had any roads.  It’s an awful chore to make roads in a new country all woods and hills and swamps and rocks.  You were lucky if there was a good path from your house to the next settlement.”

“Now, Henry,” said Aunt Abigail, “do stop going on about old times long enough to let Betsy answer the question you asked her.  You haven’t given her a chance to say how she got on at school.”