And if you would tell us your name.... We know
which is Tommy, and Myron, and Luella, but we don't know the baby's
name, nor yours."

"The baby is little Christopher," said the guest, reaching over to pat
the little hand, "and my name is Mary. You are Rosanna and you are
Helen, and I heard them call you Minnie."

"Perfectly right," said Minnie. "Will it hurt the baby to crawl around
on the grass?"

"Oh, no, indeed," said Mary. "He crawls all over. He gets some dreadful
tumbles but he never cries. He has fallen out of bed so many times that
we keep the floor all covered with pillows in front of the bed, and last
week he fell down the cellar stairs. Tommy forgot and left the door
open."

"My good land, didn't it kill the poor child?" asked Minnie.

"No, there was a bushel basket partly full of potatoes on the landing,
and he fell into those and never hurt himself at all. He didn't even cry
but a minute. He is the best baby we have ever had."

"My land, you poor chicken, you!" said Minnie. "You talk like you was
the mother of the whole bunch!"

"I help a lot with them," said Mary simply, "and I guess they are 'most
as much mine as mother's. You see she works and somebody has to take
care of them. And it isn't such very hard work, especially since I
joined the Girl Scouts. All the girls are so good, and have such a lot
of good times, and oh, it makes everything different!"

"What are Girl Scouts?" said Rosanna. Both girls looked at her in
amazement. "I know what Boy Scouts are," she said hastily, "but I never
heard of Girl Scouts."

Helen patted her on the arm. "Well, Rosanna, some day I will tell you
all about them, but now we must hurry and get the rest of the things on
the table because I don't think Tommy will ever live if he has to wait
much longer."

"I know Myron is awfully hungry too," said Mary, smiling at her little
brother. "He never says a word, but I can tell what he thinks. Myron is
such a help to me. He is just as good at remembering things as Tommy is
at forgetting them."

"He helped to forget the lunch," said Tommy.

Myron spoke up in self-defence. "No, I didn't! I was helping Mary pick
up Luella and I thought you had it. You had it the last I saw."

"I put it down after that," said Tommy as though that explained
everything.

"I think I will lay the baby down beside this tree and let him have his
bottle," said Mary. "That will keep him quiet all the time we eat."

"Wait a minute until w