Of course the baby was asleep and couldn't be touched; but there was some excitement, anyway. Father had come from town with a letter from the new school teacher, that said she would expect him to meet her at the station next Saturday. Mother thought she might as well get the room ready and let her stay at our house, because we were most convenient, and it would be the best place for her. She said that every time, and the teacher always stayed with us. Really it was because father and mother wanted the teacher where they could know as much as possible about what was going on. Sally didn't like having her at all; she said with the wedding coming, the teacher would be a nuisance. Shelley had finished our school, and the Groveville high school, and instead of attending college she was going to Chicago to study music. She was so anxious over her dresses and getting started, she didn't seem to think much about what was going to happen to us at home; so she didn't care if Miss Amelia stayed at our house. May said it would be best to have the teacher with us, because she could help us with our lessons at home, and we could get ahead of the others. May already had decided that she would be at the head of her class when she finished school, and every time you wanted her and couldn't find her, if you would look across the foot of mother's bed, May would be there with a spelling book. Once she had spelled down our school, when Laddie was not there. Father had met Peter Dover in town, and he had said that he was coming to see Sally, because he had something of especial importance to tell her. "Did he say what it was?" asked Sally. "Only what I have told you," replied father. Sally wanted to take the broom and sweep the parlour. "It's clean as a ribbon," said mother. "If you go in there, you'll wake the baby," said Lucy. "Will it kill it if I do?" asked Sally. "No, but it will make it cross as fire, so it will cry all the time Peter is here," said Lucy. "I'll be surprised if it doesn't scream every minute anyway," said Sally. "I hope it will," said Lucy. "That will make Peter think a while before he comes so often." That made Sally so angry she couldn't speak, so she went out and began killing chickens. I helped her catch them. They were so used to me they would come right to my feet when I shelled corn. "I'm going to kill three," said Sally. "I'm going to be sure we have enough, but don't you tell until their heads are off." While she was working on them mother came out and asked how many she had, so Sally said three. Mother counted us and said that wasn't enough; there would have to be four at least. After she was gone Sally looked at me and said: "Well, for land's sake!" It was so funny she had to laugh, and by the time I caught the fourth one, and began helping pick them, she was over being provoked and we had lots of fun.