King's bonnet, transforming him into a sweet-faced Quaker
lady.

Then Marjorie arrayed herself as another Quaker lady, drawing her hair
down in smooth bands over her ears, which greatly changed the expression
of her face, and made her look much older. Each carried an old-fashioned
silk reticule, and together they went downstairs. After parading before
their admiring relatives, they decided to play a joke on Eliza. She had
not yet seen them, so they slipped downstairs and out the front door,
and then closing it softly behind them, they rang the bell.

Eliza came to the door, and utterly failed to recognize the children.

"Does Mrs. Sherwood live here?" asked King, in a thin, disguised voice.

"Yes, ma'am," said Eliza, not knowing the children, "but--" gazing in
surprise at the quaint, old-fashioned dresses and bobbing bonnets.

"Please tell her her two aunts from Philadelphia are here," said
Marjorie, but she could not disguise her voice as well as King, and Eliza
suddenly recognized it.

"Two aunts from Phillydelphy, is it?" she said. "More likes it's too
loonytics from Crazyland! What will ye mischiefs be cuttin' up next!
But, faith, ye're the bonny ould ladies, and if ye'll come in and take a
seat, I'll tell the missus ye're here."

But, having fooled Eliza, the fun was over in that direction, and the
Quaker ladies trotted away to make a call on Carter.

Just at first he didn't know them, and thought the two ladies were coming
to see him. But in a moment he saw who they were, and the good-natured
man entered at once into the game.

CHAPTER X

CALLING AT THE SCHOOLHOUSE

"Good-morning, ladies," he said, bowing gravely, "I'm very pleased to see
you. May I ask your names?"

"Mrs. William Penn and Mrs. Benjamin Franklin," said Marjorie, "and we
have come to look at your flowers."

"Yes, ma'am; they do be fine this year, ma'am. Happen you raise flowers
yourself?"

"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 schoo