"There's some left, Rosemary," she tactfully declared. "You've had enough," said Rosemary. Richard rose to his feet at a significant glance from Warren. It was pleasant to rest a few moments, but the driving force of waiting work had not relaxed, merely slowed down. "I wish I could help you," said Rosemary, simply and sincerely. "What do you call it you've just been doing?" answered Warren. "Picking tomatoes isn't so hard, but it is monotonous; giving us a little break in the day is something that counts big, Rosemary." "Well, anyway, Jack will be here to-morrow to help you," said Rosemary. "Then perhaps you won't have to work so hard--many hands make light work, Winnie says." "Now what," said Richard thoughtfully, "should you say was troubling the small Sarah at this moment?" Sarah, cut off from the supply of lemonade, had turned her back on the others and was busily disgorging an assortment of articles from her blouse. When she whirled around upon the astonished group it was apparent that she had secreted upon her small person a pair of baby shoes, a doll's dress and a small parasol. In these her pig, Bony, was now arrayed. "You want to look at my pig!" she announced in clarion tones. "He can do tricks!" "Tricks!" echoed Richard, while Rosemary rapidly identified the dress as belonging to Shirley's largest doll, ditto the parasol, and the shoes as a pair of Sarah's own carefully treasured for years by Winnie. "What kind of tricks?" demanded Warren. "You wait and see--" Sarah was so excited her voice trembled. "I taught him lots of things. I've been teaching him every afternoon in the barn--he is a naturally bright pig." Her audience was inclined to share her opinion, after watching Bony perform. The pig walked up and down before them in the absurd costume, twirling the parasol and bowing to each in turn as he passed. He danced, very mincingly, to a tune Sarah played for him on the harmonica--Rosemary wondered how many other treasures Sarah's blouse could hold--and though Richard said that no pig, no matter how highly educated, could hope to identify that tune, it was admitted that Bony was a graceful dancer. "He can wear spectacles and read a book, too," declared Sarah proudly, "but I couldn't bring them!" Like all managers of celebrities she had begun to experience the tyranny of the "props." "Well, you must have had a heap of patience," commented Warren admiringly. "Can he do anything else, Sarah?" "Jump through a hoop," enumerated Sarah, "push a doll carriage and walk around carrying a doll like a baby--I broke two of Shirley's china dolls, teaching him that trick, but she doesn't know it yet. And, oh, yes, he can sweep--with a toy broom--and play a toy piano."