"Well, I'll be mighty grateful to you," sighed Dick. "I'll take your help on the re-seeding, but I'll be still more appreciative if you'll take a look at my gasoline engine to-morrow morning. I've spun that fly wheel until my hope of salvation's gone. And I've got to wet that field down." "I'll get at it now," said Roger. With Felicia trailing at his heels, Roger made his way to the shed beside the spring. The engine and pump were both old. Roger tinkered for a half hour, Felicia standing by to hand him the wrench or the oil can on demand. "Do you love me, Roger?" the child asked, as Roger tugged at a rusty oil cup screw. "I certainly do. Do you love me?" "Yes. Do you love Charley?" "Well, I'm fond of Charley. I've known her a long time, you know." "But you aren't fonder of her than you are of me?" insisted Felicia. "Certainly not! You're my best sweetheart. Now the oil can, Felicia." The little girl stared at Roger, with speculative eyes. "Charley says you're very interesting. What is an interesting man, Roger?" "One who knows how to start a gas engine, chicken," exclaimed Charley, coming into the shed. "Mercy, Felicia, are you always as personal as this?" "Felicia is nothing if not feminine." Roger tugged at the fly wheel and grinned at Charley who made a little grimace. "Roger likes it!" exclaimed Felicia. "He belongs to me, Charley. He likes me bettern you, he says so." "Well, it is like this, Charley--" began Roger elaborately. Charley cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Nothing can explain away that blow, Roger." Then she went on, soberly. "Do you suppose the old lemon will pull us through our first crop?" "I don't know, Charley. One never does about a gasoline engine. There's always more life in an old one though than one realizes. If this does fail you, however, I'll be in running shape in two months' time with my solar engine. Don't forget that." "When do you expect to make your first actual test?" asked Charley. "Well, the engine will be here almost any time now. If the Dean has done a good construction job, I ought to be able to make a tentative connection in six weeks' time." "How do you mean a good job?" asked Charley. "Well, this is the first full size fifty horse power engine that we've built. You see, I've had no money and we've worked from models, though I did build one ten horse power engine. That worries me a little, but I'm sure that any defects that appear will be easily remedied. Now then, this old mule ought to begin to kick!" Roger turned the fly wheel again and an obstinate Put! Put! Put! came from the engine, then a long pause, during which the audience of three waited anxiously, then a steady Put! Put! Put! Put! Put! that promised to last as long as did the gasoline. "If the old thing could just realize all that depends on its behaving itself!" exclaimed Charley. "Roger, let's throw in the pump, I really believe it's going to run!"