ling sun," said Rosemary more picturesquely than
accurately. "And Mother, couldn't I make lemonade and take it down to
them?"

"We have lemons," put in Winnie.

Mrs. Willis nodded approval.

"Make plenty, dear," she said cordially. "Don't put in too much sugar,
for the boys don't like it so sweet; but why not wait an hour until it
is cooler?"

"Oh, Mother, let me do it now--they'll like it when they're working
hard. Where's Shirley? She could carry the cups," and Rosemary paused
in her flight kitchenwards.

"Shirley is asleep--don't wake her," cautioned the mother. "Ask Sarah
to help you, dear; she is out in the barn. And do keep out of the sun
as much as you can, dear."

"Yes'm," promised Rosemary obediently, disappearing.

"I'll go crack the ice," said Winnie, rising. "There's no use in
making the kitchen look like Niagara Falls, if a little forethought can
prevent it."

Rosemary was a quick worker and a neat one, when she didn't have to
chop ice, and she soon had a shiny white enamel pail half filled with
delicious cold lemonade. She poured out two generous glasses for her
mother and Winnie and carried them in with her compliments and then set
off expeditiously, carrying pail, dipper and three cups, a feat that
required her closest attention.

"Sarah!" she called when she reached the barn.

"What?" called back Sarah, not very graciously.

"Please come help me take some lemonade to the boys?"

Sarah put her head out of the barn door and eyed the pail thirstily.

"Let me have some?" she begged.

"If you'll help me carry these things," said Rosemary. "I brought
three cups and there's enough lemonade for everyone."

"Well--all right, I'll help you," decided Sarah, "but I'm thirsty now."

"The ice will melt if you're going to talk all day," said Rosemary, the
blazing sun making her more impatient than usual. "Come help me first
and drink your lemonade after we get down to the tomato field."

Sarah darted back into the barn and reappeared in a moment with Bony,
the pig, under her arm.

"Sarah Willis! You can't carry that filthy pig and help me lug this
pail, too--put him down," scolded Rosemary.

"Bony isn't filthy--he's had a bath this morning!" flared Sarah. "He's
just as clean as any person, so there. And I want to show Richard and
Warren what he can do."

"You know what Hugh would say if he saw you fussing with a pig and then
coming around food without washing your hands," Rosemar