"But Sarah dear, I thought you were very fond of Bony," said Mrs. Willis. "Why did you want to sell him--and what are you planning to do with all this money?" "It's a secret," declared Sarah, setting her lips tightly. "Oh, lamb! Don't you want to tell Mother?" Sarah shook her head so violently her black hair whipped across her eyes. "Nobody must ever tell--never, never, never!" she asserted and, catching Shirley by the hand, she ran out of the room, dragging her small sister with her. Rosemary's beautiful blue eyes turned to her mother's troubled ones. "It's all right, Mother," she urged. "Really it is; the man wanted to buy the pig--he told Rich it was very cleverly trained. And what Sarah wants to do with the money won't be a secret after the first of September. She'll tell you then." "I'll have to hold it for her until she does tell me," said Mrs. Willis quietly. "I don't see how Sarah could bring herself to part with Bony, Rosemary; she has been devoted to him." Rosemary wanted to tell of the motive that had prompted Sarah's sacrifice, but thought she was in honor bound not to. So she went downstairs to her practising, wondering what Louisa and Alec were saying to Mr. Robinson and whether he would buy the farm from them. Sarah and her pig disappeared till dinner time and if during the meal the former seemed more silent than usual it might easily have been because she was tired. Mrs. Hildreth came for one of her rare chats with Mrs. Willis after dinner that night and then the girls felt free to slip down to the bungalow to hear what Mr. Robinson had to tell them. Eager as they were to learn what had been done for the Gays, they were not to go directly to the bungalow for half way across the lawn Mrs. Hildreth called to them. "Miss Clinton sent me word to-day, Rosemary," she said, "that she'd like very much to see you; the letter-man told me. I thought maybe you'd go down there this evening." "Don't go," whispered Sarah. "We want to see Mr. Robinson." Rosemary stopped uncertainly. It was still light and Mrs. Willis would not object if they were back before dark. "We were going to see the boys," said Rosemary. "There was something I wanted to ask them--" "Oh, you can see them when you come back," Mrs. Hildreth answered. "I'd go see Miss Clinton if I were you; she gets lonely and it isn't very nice to disappoint an old lady. She hasn't so many interests as you have." Rosemary looked at the speaker a trifle resentfully. Mrs. Hildreth, like many busy people, was an adept at pointing out duties for other folk. "Shall we go, Mother?" she asked doubtfully. Now Mrs. Willis knew nothing of Mr. Robinson's all important visit to the Gay farm and she saw no special reason for a visit to the bungalow. "Why I don't see why not, darling," she answered. "If you are not too tired. Don't stay long, because you want to be home before dark. As Mrs. Hildreth says, the old lady is probably lonely."