"They would sell, all right," Richard declared thoughtfully, "but I don't see where they can go. The place won't bring enough to keep a family of six very long." "We can talk that over, after I see the place," said Mr. Robinson. "You can trust me to be fair to a parcel of kids--I lived on a farm and I was bound out on a farm." Eager as Sarah was to exhibit her pig, she had to wait. It was "dinner time" at the farmhouse and lunch time for the Willis family when Richard stopped before the barn. Mrs. Willis and Shirley had returned--Doctor Hugh had dropped them at the crossroads and gone on to the hospital in Bennington--and while at the table Sarah made no mention of her plans. She had a habit of taking no part in the general conversation, unless personally interested, and her silence created no wonderment. After the hospitable manner of the countryside, the circus agent was asked to dinner by Mr. Hildreth who took it for granted that he had asked a lift of Richard on his way from one town to another. And, the meal over, Richard piloted him to the barn, where Rosemary and Shirley and Sarah and the pig awaited him. "Come on and watch," said Sarah cordially, but Richard, declaring he was too busy, went on to his work. Sarah was a little fearful lest Bony develop "temperament," of which he had his share, and refuse to act, but he happened to be in the best of humors, thanks to a peaceful morning free from interruptions, which had allowed him to enjoy a full-length nap. Sarah put him through his paces and change of costumes with pride. He danced, he marched, he went through his acrobatics; he wheeled the doll carriage and poured afternoon tea; he played the piano and read, wearing a pair of glassless spectacles and turning the printed page with a graceful air of interest. He grunted "Yes" and he squeaked "No" to half a dozen questions. And finally, seated in a doll's rocking chair, he fanned himself as though the exactions of his art were wearing in the extreme. "I ought to sign _you_ up with the circus," said Mr. Robinson admiringly, when Sarah announced that Bony had displayed the extent of his accomplishments. "You must have a gift, to be able to train an animal like that. Of course he is a clever pig, but you have developed him and made it easy for us to teach him fancier tricks. Do you want to sell him?" Sarah looked at Rosemary, who, with Shirley, had come out to witness the performance. "Yes," said Sarah, after a minute. "Yes, I want to sell him." "You can't change your mind, you know," announced the circus agent warningly. He wanted the pig but he wished to be fair. Sarah's chin went up in the air. "I won't change my mind," she declared. "I won't sell Bony and then ask for him back. You may have him--now." "Can't take him till to-morrow morning," said Mr. Robinson. "Don't you have to ask any older person--your mother, for instance?" Rosemary shook her head.