irley."

"I'm Edith Barrow," the girl announced. "I don't live here, except in
summer. I help Mr. and Mrs. Mains--know them?"

Rosemary shook her head.

"We're here for the summer," she replied.

"Renters," said Edith Barrow as though that catalogued the Willis
family as perhaps it did. "Well, when I'm going to school I live with
my aunt. She boards students. I don't suppose you're in high school
yet?"

"Don't touch those onions, Shirley," Rosemary warned. "No, I'm not in
high school--not for a year. In June I'll graduate from the Eastshore
grammar school," she explained.

"Do you like keeping store?" asked Shirley, who had kept still longer
than usual. She may have thought it was her turn to ask questions.

"This isn't a store--it's a stand," Edith corrected her. "Yes, I like
it well enough. I took in twelve dollars yesterday. You have to be
good at arithmetic to make change; that's why Mr. Mains likes me to be
out here. Mrs. Mains can't tell how much money to give back when she
gets a bill from a customer."

"Have you any candy?" was Shirley's next query.

"Not a bit," Edith Barrow answered. "Only things that are good for you
to eat. Candy makes you sick. Did you know that?"

Rosemary couldn't help thinking that, young as she was, Edith already
talked like a school teacher.

"Like the fussy kind," Rosemary emended to herself.

"Here comes a car now," said the young saleswoman suddenly. "They're
going to stop--I know them. I hope they'll want tomatoes today. We
haven't much else."

"We'll have to go," Rosemary declared hastily. "Good by--say good by,
Shirley."

"She isn't looking at me," complained Shirley and indeed Edith was
centering her attention on the coming car and her thoughts were
evidently all for the approaching sale.

"Jack would say she was chasing success," Rosemary told herself smiling
as she took Shirley's hand and led her away.

Doctor Hugh and his mother were on the porch when Rosemary and Shirley
reached the house, but Sarah was nowhere in sight. When a few minutes
later she walked out among them, radiantly clean, attired in fresh tan
linen, her shining dark hair neatly brushed, her family welcomed her
with delighted surprise.

"How nice you look!" said her mother appreciatively.

"I wish you could have seen her half an hour ago," announced Winnie
from the doorway.

Her words were in direct opposition to her desire, for she went on to
say that she had met