is better," Miss Thorley told him with pleasing promptness.
"Mifflin would have reminded her of Jenny Lind. You can take her there
some other day."

"Will you go, too?" eagerly. "I'll go any day you say."

But she only smiled over her shoulder as she went up the steps and into
the meetinghouse. A quiet peaceful hour followed and when the service
was over Mary Rose slipped one hand around Mr. Jerry's fingers and gave
the other to Miss Thorley.

"I feel a lot better," she said. "I think it was awfully kind of that
minister to preach about sparrows. Jenny Lind isn't a sparrow but
she's a bird and when the Lord looks after sparrows so carefully I'm
sure he'd keep an eye on a canary."

She was more like her old self as they went on, faster now, because, as
Mr. Jerry explained, they had to make up the time they had spent in
church and if they didn't reach the hotel at Blue Heron Lake in time
for dinner all the chicken breasts and legs would be eaten and there
would be nothing left for them but backbones and necks.

"That's all Gladys ever has," Mary Rose told him importantly. "You see
they have such a big family that all the other pieces are gone before
it is her turn to be helped. She used to love to come to dinner at our
house so she could have a wishbone. When her grandmother dies she'll
have a leg."

"My gracious!" murmured Mr. Jerry's Aunt Mary.

"My word!" giggled Miss Thorley.

Fortunately they reached the hotel in time to have their choice of
chicken and everyone was glad to see that Mary Rose was hungry and
seemed to enjoy her dinner. After dinner they went for a ride on the
lake in a launch and then they sat in the shade of a dump of linden
trees and watched the bathers.

"Why didn't I tell you to bring your bathing suits?" Mr. Jerry asked
suddenly. "What a dolt I was not to think of it."

"You're not a dolt!" Mary Rose said indignantly, although she hadn't
the faintest idea what a dolt was. "And I couldn't have brought one
for I haven't one. And anyway I wouldn't care to make too merry
today." Her face clouded as she remembered why she did not wish to be
too merry.

It was long, long after her bedtime when the car stopped in front of
the Washington and it was a very sleepy tired little girl who was taken
into Uncle Larry's strong arms.

"I've had such a wonderful time," she murmured, half asleep. "Uncle
Larry, have you found Jenny Lind? We don't have to worry About her any
more becaus