“Faucet! What’s that for?” demanded the other little girl. “Why, to get the water out of. Isn’t there a cold-water tank? And don’t you have paper cups?” demanded Carolyn May. “I didn’t see a thing like what we use in our school in New York.” “Mercy me, Carolyn May!” fairly hissed Freda. “What _are_ you talking about? We don’t have water laid on in the schoolhouse like they do at home. The pump’s in the yard. And whoever heard of paper cups? Why, paper won’t hold water!” “Yes, they do,” the other little girl said eagerly. “They are all folded, and you take one and open it, and it holds water.” “I think you’re fibbing!” declared her seatmate flatly. “Oh!” gasped the new pupil, deeply hurt by the imputation. “Yes, I do!” said Freda. “I’ve got a folding nickel cup. But who ever heard of paper cups? Everybody drinks out of the dipper.” “That rusty old saucepan?” murmured Carolyn May in wonder. “Huh, you’re awful finicky!” scoffed the other. “Is the water in that pail on the shelf?” “Yes. And don’t you spill none, or Miss Minnie will get mad at you.” “I guess I’ll wait till I get home at noon recess,” said the little city girl. “I’m—I’m not so thirsty now.” There proved, too, at the start, to be a little difficulty with Miss Minnie. Prince would not remain at home. He howled and whined for the first half of Monday morning’s session—as Aunty Rose confessed, almost driving her mad. Then he slipped his collar and tore away on Carolyn May’s cold trail. He heard the children’s voices as they came out of the school at recess, and charged into the group in search of his little mistress. Carolyn May was just getting acquainted with the other pupils of her own age and was enjoying herself very much. “Carolyn May,” pronounced Miss Minnie from the girls’ door-stoop, “you must take that horrid dog home at once! Hurry, or you will be late for the next class.” Carolyn May was hurt by the teacher’s tone and words, and she _knew_ Prince felt bad about it. He fairly slunk out of the schoolyard by her side, and some of the pupils laughed. She pulled his collar up a hole tighter and begged Prince to be good and remain at home till noon. Yet, ten minutes after the session had again opened there sounded a rattling on the porch floor, and into the school marched the dog, having drawn the staple with which his chain had been fastened to the bole of the tree in Mr. Stagg’s back yard. Miss Minnie was both alarmed and angry. Some of the little girls shrieked and wept when Prince pranced over to Carolyn May’s seat. “If you do not shut that awful dog up so that he cannot follow you here, Carolyn May, I shall speak to your uncle, Mr. Stagg, about it. Ugh, the ugly beast! Take him away at once!” This was entirely too much for the little girl’s good temper. Her best friend, she felt, was maligned. “Miss Minnie,” she said breathlessly, “I don’t see how you can say Prince is ugly. I think he is _beautiful_! And he is just as kind as he can be!”