CHAPTER VIII.

COUSIN LIZZIE’S HOUSE. “The only thing is,” objected Bobby to Helen, “that it ain’t no use to wash me here at home, ’cause after I get over to Cousin Lizzie’s house she is sure goin’ to scrub me agin,” and Bobby determinedly swayed his grimy face back and forth to avoid the following wash cloth of his sister. “But, Bobby,” pleaded Helen, “what would Cousin Lizzie think of me if I let you go over to her house looking like a chimney-sweep?” “I already know what she thinks of you, and Cousin Lizzie ain’t likely to cha…