Rose took hold of one end of the rope and Mabel the other. They held it across the sidewalk as high up as their own waists. "Higher!" ordered Henry. They raised it a little. "There! That's high enough!" said the grocery boy. "Now you watch me sail over that. I'll show you some jumpin'!" Henry, still holding his basket of groceries, stood on the sidewalk, a little way back from the rope. Then he took a run and started toward it. Up into the air he jumped, but something sad happened. Whether Henry did not spring up high enough, or whether one of the girls raised the end of the rope when she ought not to have done so, no one ever knew. But what happened was that Henry's feet became entangled in the cord, and down he fell, luckily on the grass at one side of the pavement, and not on the sidewalk stones, or he might have been hurt. He sat right down flat, and his basket bounced off his arm, and a lot of groceries spilled out of it. "Oh, did you hurt yourself?" asked Rose. Henry was too much surprised, for a moment, to speak. He looked as if he did not know what had happened. Then he slowly got up. "No, I didn't hurt myself," he answered. "But I guess I can't jump as high as I thought I could. But I'm going to try it again." "Oh, you'd better not," Mabel said. "You might break some more eggs." "I didn't break any eggs!" declared Henry. "Yes, you did! Look at that bag," said Rose, and she pointed to one that had bounced from the basket, together with other bags and bundles. From this bag something yellow was running on the grass. "Oh, dear! I guess I did bust some eggs!" exclaimed the grocery boy. "Your aunt'll be awful mad!" he went on. "I wish I hadn't jumped the rope." Henry picked up the bag of eggs and looked inside. "Only one's busted," he said, "and that's just partly cracked. I'll hurry into the house with it and she can put it in a dish and save it. 'Tisn't cracked very much." "That's good," said Rose. "Parker is going to bake a cake, I heard her say, so she'll need some eggs right away, and she can use the cracked one first." "I'm glad of that," observed Henry. Then he hurried into Aunt Jo's house with the eggs and other groceries, and when he came out--not having been scolded a bit--the girls had gone with their jumping-rope, so Henry didn't have another chance to take a tumble. On the shady porch of Aunt Jo's house Rose, Vi and their three little girl friends played with their dolls. They were having lots of fun, undressing and dressing them, sending them on "visits," one to another, and having play-parties. "Do you like it here?" asked Mabel of Rose. "Oh, yes, lots," was the answer. "We've had just the loveliest summer. First, we were at Grandma Bell's, and now we're at Aunt Jo's, and maybe we'll go to Cousin Tom's at the seashore before we go back home." "You've got lots of relations, haven't you?" asked Sallie. "Oh, that's only part of 'em," Rose went on. "We've got more," and she mentioned them.