Tell me about Jack," Rosemary said, smiling.

"Jack is the same old Jack," declared the doctor. "He works in the
garden, when his father makes him, and he goes fishing as often as the
law allows. I believe he and half a dozen of the high school boys are
going camping next week and Jack is counting on coming up here in
August when I take my two weeks off. He's determined to work--asked me
to speak to Mr. Hildreth about a job while I am here."

"Warren and Richard will be glad, if he does come," asserted Rosemary.
"They think Mr. Hildreth ought to have another man all the time--Warren
was grumbling because he had to go after the bolt this afternoon; he
said it would put him back two hours."

The doctor watched the busy needles clicking placidly for several
minutes. Then--

"And now, as we feel a little more serene," he said quietly, "suppose
you tell me what was the trouble when I came."

"The trouble?" fenced Rosemary. "What trouble?"

"She thinks she can fool me," said Doctor Hugh, apparently addressing
his remark to the solitary white hen that wandered around a bush on the
lawn at that moment. "She thinks I don't know the signals--those
famous storm signals. She thinks I didn't know the moment I looked at
her that she wanted something she couldn't have."

"I had--an argument," admitted Rosemary with hot cheeks. "It was all
Winnie's fault."

"Yes?" said her brother politely.

"It was, Hugh, honestly it was. Winnie is as good as gold, but I do
wish she wouldn't try to look after me, as she calls it. I can look
after myself. Mother would let me do lots of things, if it wasn't for
Winnie."

"Here, here, you'll have to take out all that knitting, if you're not
careful," warned the doctor, for the blue eyes were stormy again and
Rosemary was knitting furiously. "What was this particular argument
about?"

"I want to sleep outdoors," explained Rosemary. "I could take out a
quilt and spread it on the grass and a blanket to cover me--I've never
done it and it would be such fun. And Winnie says if I must be crazy
can't I wait till I get back to Eastshore? As if anyone ever slept out
on the grass in town where everyone can see you!"

"No, that wouldn't be exactly the thing to do," agreed Doctor Hugh, his
lips twitching. "Well, Rosemary?"

"First Mother said I could, and then, after Winnie had talked to her,
she said she thought it wouldn't be best," reported Rosemary. "Winnie
told her a cow might