Mrs. Willis nodded approval. "Make plenty, dear," she said cordially. "Don't put in too much sugar, for the boys don't like it so sweet; but why not wait an hour until it is cooler?" "Oh, Mother, let me do it now--they'll like it when they're working hard. Where's Shirley? She could carry the cups," and Rosemary paused in her flight kitchenwards. "Shirley is asleep--don't wake her," cautioned the mother. "Ask Sarah to help you, dear; she is out in the barn. And do keep out of the sun as much as you can, dear." "Yes'm," promised Rosemary obediently, disappearing. "I'll go crack the ice," said Winnie, rising. "There's no use in making the kitchen look like Niagara Falls, if a little forethought can prevent it." Rosemary was a quick worker and a neat one, when she didn't have to chop ice, and she soon had a shiny white enamel pail half filled with delicious cold lemonade. She poured out two generous glasses for her mother and Winnie and carried them in with her compliments and then set off expeditiously, carrying pail, dipper and three cups, a feat that required her closest attention. "Sarah!" she called when she reached the barn. "What?" called back Sarah, not very graciously. "Please come help me take some lemonade to the boys?" Sarah put her head out of the barn door and eyed the pail thirstily. "Let me have some?" she begged. "If you'll help me carry these things," said Rosemary. "I brought three cups and there's enough lemonade for everyone." "Well--all right, I'll help you," decided Sarah, "but I'm thirsty now." "The ice will melt if you're going to talk all day," said Rosemary, the blazing sun making her more impatient than usual. "Come help me first and drink your lemonade after we get down to the tomato field." Sarah darted back into the barn and reappeared in a moment with Bony, the pig, under her arm. "Sarah Willis! You can't carry that filthy pig and help me lug this pail, too--put him down," scolded Rosemary. "Bony isn't filthy--he's had a bath this morning!" flared Sarah. "He's just as clean as any person, so there. And I want to show Richard and Warren what he can do." "You know what Hugh would say if he saw you fussing with a pig and then coming around food without washing your hands," Rosemary reminded her. "If there is one thing Hugh won't stand, it's to have you handle pets and then come to the table without scrubbing your hands. You know that, Sarah." "I'm not coming to any table," insisted Sarah. "Besides Bony is clean, I tell you. If I can't bring him I won't come at all." The walk down to the tomato field was long and hot, and Rosemary could not hurry unless she had someone to share the weight of the pail which would, she knew, grow heavier at each step. She capitulated. "But keep Bony on the other side of you," she commanded Sarah. "I don't see why he can't walk; do you carry him everywhere he goes?"