Doctor Hugh laughingly declared that after that gentle hint there was nothing to do but go in. He helped the boys cover the fire and stamp out every vestige of an ember and then led the way to the house, carrying Shirley and leading Sarah who pretended to be very wide-awake but whose feet lagged unaccountably. "I declare, I can't get used to having no dinner dishes to wash," said Winnie when they had reached the porch. "I'm going in now and see if I left the kitchen in good order." She disappeared and Mrs. Willis took Shirley and Sarah up to bed, while Doctor Hugh snapped on the reading light. "I want to look over the paper," he said comfortably. "Don't go, Warren--it's early yet, Rich." Rosemary found her favorite low rocker and the boys chose the swing. "We'll miss this," said Warren slowly. "Yes, we haven't any swing at Ag State," declared Richard with a grin. "You know what I mean, well enough," retorted Warren. "Confabs, music--being inside a home." Richard was silent. He knew. "Mother says she asked you to write to her," broke in Rosemary. "She says we'll never forget this dear little house at Rainbow Hill and the friends we've made this summer." "Have you found your pot of gold, Rosemary?" asked Richard, watching the light which threw the outline of the girl's pretty head into relief. Rosemary laughed a little. Early in the summer Mrs. Hildreth had explained that the name "Rainbow Hill" had been given the farm by Mrs. Hammond because the first time she had seen the house its roof had been spanned by a beautiful rainbow. The Willis girls had waited hopefully two months for a glimpse of a rainbow, but none had been vouchsafed them. Sarah, for one, believed the rainbow to be as mythical as the pot of gold Mrs. Hildreth had told her was always to be found at its end. "I don't believe I've found any pot of gold," said Rosemary wistfully. "Oh, yes, you have," contradicted Warren. "Look at the Gays--you helped them find their pot of gold; look at Miss Clinton--you gave her many happy hours; look at Mrs. Hildreth--she says she never knew a summer to go so quickly and it's all because she has had someone cheerful to talk to her. Look at Rich and me--" "Oh, Warren!" Rosemary protested. "Sarah did more for the Gays than ever I did. And Mother and Winnie talked to Mrs. Hildreth. I haven't done anything." "It's your pure joyousness, I think," went on Warren as though he had not heard her. "I don't believe enough people are simply happy in this world. That's your pot of gold, Rosemary--happiness. And you share it with everyone you meet. It makes a fellow feel--well, as though he were standing on a mountain top in the morning, just to look at you." "Oh!" said Rosemary softly, astonished at quiet Warren and yet oddly pleased, too. "Oh!"