“I’ll buy everything you have,” answered Eleanor, “if you’ll sell for a penny.” “‘Said the piggy, “I won’t!”’” Mary Frances misquoted, “and I don’t blame Billy, for we’ve made lots of money this Summer.” “Yes, I know,” said Eleanor; “from the times I’ve been out with you selling garden truck, you must have quite a fortune by now.” “Oh, say——” began Billy. “What?” asked Mary Frances. “Why, I was just thinking that since Eleanor was always helping us so much, she ought to share in the profits.” “Wouldn’t that be fine!” Mary Frances hugged her friend in delight. “No.” Eleanor shook her head. “If you divide among three, you won’t make money nearly as fast.” “We’ve done so well that we won’t mind going a little more slowly,” said Billy. “Shall we tell what a pile we have in the bank, Mary Frances?” “Oh, Billy, you know I’m crazy to tell her!” “Well,” Billy took a book from his pocket, “last Saturday night we had forty-four dollars and fifty-seven cents, and Mrs. Dailey owes us two dollars and nineteen cents.” “Oh, Billy, did you two make that much in this short time?” Eleanor could scarcely believe her ears. “More than that!” Mary Frances exulted. “And we’ve paid Billy back the money we borrowed from his ‘prize money’ for seeds.” “Let me see. Forty-four and two are forty-six,” said Eleanor. “You may have sixty dollars by cold weather!” “More likely seventy, Billy?” asked Mary Frances. “I’ve heard of counting dollars before they were hatched,” Billy laughed. “Is Nell a partner from now on?” asked Mary Frances. “Yes,” Billy said, “if she helps, she shares in the profits—but, gee, I wish Bob was here!” “Well, you know he’s coming soon!” said Mary Frances, “and, besides, you’ll be together the whole school year!” “Say, you girls get to work!” exclaimed Billy, and they flew to gather parsley, and tiny little red peppers, and thyme, and leeks, out of which Mary Frances made penny bunches of pot herbs, while Eleanor tied some three-cent and five-cent bunches of the parsley. “Are we ready now?” asked Eleanor as Billy piled the wheelbarrow high with vegetables. “No, indeedy!” Mary Frances exclaimed. “Now, it’s my turn. Come on out into the front garden and help me gather my bouquets.” “Let me see the order book, Billy, please?” she asked. “Oh, yes, Doctor Hopewell wants roses, larkspurs, and baby’s breath; Mr. Courtley asked for sweet peas. As we have only the perennial kind which have no odor, I shall put a sprig of lemon verbena with them. Aren’t they beautiful?” as she began to gather them. “I just believe Mr. Courtley is going to give them to Miss Constance. Last Sunday she wore to church the bunch of tufted pansies he bought of me on Saturday.” “Nell, you gather yellow flowers to-day. Isn’t that right, Mary Frances?” He handed her a basket. “In that,” Mary Frances nodded. “You’ll find scissors inside the play house door.” Eleanor was soon cutting perennial sunflowers and coreopsis.