"So I can!" said Henry, delighted. "I'll put it in the bank this very afternoon. And by the way, I brought something for dinner tonight.
Jess looked in the bag. There were a dozen smooth, brown potatoes.
"I know how to cook those," said Jess, nodding her head wisely. "You just wait!"
"Can't wait, hardly," Henry called back as he went to work.
When he had gone, Benny frolicked around noisily with the dog.
"Benny," Jess exclaimed suddenly, as she hung her dish towels up to dry, "it's high time you learned to read."
"No school now," said Benny hopefully.
"No, but I can teach you. If I only had a primer!"
"Let's make one," suggested Violet, shaking her hair back. "We have saved all the wrapping paper off the bundles, you know."
Jess was staring off into space, as she always did when she had a bright idea.
"Violet," she cried at last, "remember those chips? We could whittle out letters like type—make each letter backwards, you know."
