ey'll be sick?" asked Sarah, worried at once.

"Of course they'll be sick," declared Mr. Hildreth. "Animals and
people need work to keep them well. Ask your brother."

"Then I'll let my animals work just enough," said Sarah thoughtfully.
"Not too much, but just enough. And maybe I'll let Warren plow with
the horses."

"I would, if I were you," agreed Mr. Hildreth. "You work pretty hard
yourself, don't you, Sarah?"

Sarah stared at him suspiciously. Apparently he was serious.

"Of course," continued Mr. Hildreth, "you call it play. But when I see
you flying over this farm and trying to be in two places at once and
cram half a hundred experiences into one short day, I think you work as
hard as I do. Maybe harder. Don't you ever get tired, Sarah?"

"When I go to bed," responded that active person. "But I'm not tired
when I first go," she added hastily. "Mother or Hugh or Winnie are
always making me go to bed before I'm sleepy. I want to study the
insects on the lawn, but how can I when I have to go to bed?"

"You're not the first person who has wanted to turn night into day,"
said Mr. Hildreth calmly. "It's lucky for some of us that you're not
successful. If we had to keep an eye on you all night, Sarah, as well
as during the waking hours, think how little else we'd get done."

Sarah had a shrewd suspicion that he was laughing at her. She turned
to go.

"Wait a minute--wouldn't you like a pet?" said the farmer quickly.

"Oh, yes!" replied Sarah.

"I was thinking you might like a baby pig," Mr. Hildreth informed her.
"There's one in the last litter that isn't getting a fair chance. He's
a runt and crowded out. If you want to take him and bring him up on a
bottle, you can have him for your own."

"I'll take him," said Sarah quickly. "I can learn how to feed him,
can't I? And he can sleep with me--or at least in my room--I knew a
girl who had a little puppy and he slept in her doll's bed. Thank you
ever so much, Mr. Hildreth."

So it was arranged that Sarah was to have her pig in the morning and
she and Mr. Hildreth parted excellent friends.

She did not go back to the house but, instead, started off down the
road over which, she knew, Warren and Richard, Rosemary and Shirley,
must come. She had walked perhaps half a mile, when she saw them.

Sarah became unaccountably shy. She walked more and more slowly and,
reaching Rosemary, who was ahead, she found she had nothing to say.

"Hello,