o to mill, Jerry. We want to
go to mill."

And these were the very two boys who had played in the granary and made
so much noise the summer before. They had grown a little bigger, and
their yellow hair was longer, but they looked just as they used to, with
their strong little legs and big brown eyes, and their sailor hats set so
far back on their heads that it was a wonder they stayed on. And
gracious! how they shouted and ran.

"What does yer mar say?" asked Jerry.

"Says we can go!" shouted both at once, as if Jerry had been deaf, which
he wasn't at all--quite the contrary.

So Jerry, who was very good-natured, lifted them in, and cracked his
whip, and the horses started off. It was a long ride to the mill, but
Lionel and Vivian were not too tired to shout again when they reached it.
They shouted at sight of the creek and the big wheel turning round and
round slowly, with the water dashing and pouring and foaming over it.

"What turns the wheel?" asked Vivian.

"The water, honey," said Jerry.

"What turns the water?"

"Well now, honey," said Jerry, "you hev me thar. I don't know nuffin
'bout it. Lors-a-massy, what a boy you is fur axin dif'cult questions."

Then he carried the sack in to the miller, and said he would wait until
the wheat was ground.

"Ground!" said the proud wheat. "We are going to be ground. I hope it is
agreeable. Let us keep close together."

They did keep close together, but it wasn't very agreeable to be poured
into a hopper and then crushed into fine powder between two big stones.

"Makes nice flour," said the miller, rubbing it between his fingers.

"Flour!" said the wheat--which was wheat no longer. "Now I am flour, and
I am finer than ever. How white I am! I really would rather be white than
green or gold colour. I wonder where the learned grain is, and if it is
as fine and white as I am?"

But the learned grain and her family had been laid away in the granary
for seed wheat.

Before the waggon reached the house again, the two boys were fast asleep
in the bottom of it, and had to be helped out just as the sack was, and
carried in.

The sack was taken into the kitchen at once and opened, and even in its
wheat days the flour had never been so proud as it was when it heard the
farmer's wife say--

"I'm going to make this into cake."

"Ah!" it said; "I thought so. Now I shall be rich, and admired by
everybody."

The farmer's wife then took some of it out in a large white