"Renters," said Edith Barrow as though that catalogued the Willis family as perhaps it did. "Well, when I'm going to school I live with my aunt. She boards students. I don't suppose you're in high school yet?" "Don't touch those onions, Shirley," Rosemary warned. "No, I'm not in high school--not for a year. In June I'll graduate from the Eastshore grammar school," she explained. "Do you like keeping store?" asked Shirley, who had kept still longer than usual. She may have thought it was her turn to ask questions. "This isn't a store--it's a stand," Edith corrected her. "Yes, I like it well enough. I took in twelve dollars yesterday. You have to be good at arithmetic to make change; that's why Mr. Mains likes me to be out here. Mrs. Mains can't tell how much money to give back when she gets a bill from a customer." "Have you any candy?" was Shirley's next query. "Not a bit," Edith Barrow answered. "Only things that are good for you to eat. Candy makes you sick. Did you know that?" Rosemary couldn't help thinking that, young as she was, Edith already talked like a school teacher. "Like the fussy kind," Rosemary emended to herself. "Here comes a car now," said the young saleswoman suddenly. "They're going to stop--I know them. I hope they'll want tomatoes today. We haven't much else." "We'll have to go," Rosemary declared hastily. "Good by--say good by, Shirley." "She isn't looking at me," complained Shirley and indeed Edith was centering her attention on the coming car and her thoughts were evidently all for the approaching sale. "Jack would say she was chasing success," Rosemary told herself smiling as she took Shirley's hand and led her away. Doctor Hugh and his mother were on the porch when Rosemary and Shirley reached the house, but Sarah was nowhere in sight. When a few minutes later she walked out among them, radiantly clean, attired in fresh tan linen, her shining dark hair neatly brushed, her family welcomed her with delighted surprise. "How nice you look!" said her mother appreciatively. "I wish you could have seen her half an hour ago," announced Winnie from the doorway. Her words were in direct opposition to her desire, for she went on to say that she had met Sarah as the latter came from the chicken yard. "She was grease from head to foot," pronounced Winnie, while Sarah sat down on the rug and looked innocent. "You'd have thought, to look at her, that Mrs. Hildreth had been greasing her and not the chickens; there were feathers in her hair and dirt ground into her face and hands, and she must have been sitting in the dust pile where the chickens scratch. I had to give her a bath and change every stitch of her clothes, because I was afraid you wouldn't know her. And if dinner is late to-night, you can thank Sarah Baton Willis." "I'll come set the table." offered Rosemary, jumping up. As she laid the knives and forks, she told Winnie about her visit to Miss Clinton.