"I think I can have it ready by two o'clock," answered Mr. Mills. "Then we'll take Nell to the hotel," said Uncle Robert. They drove slowly under the big cottonwood trees which shaded the street. "Isn't it nice that it takes such a long time to make a rain-gauge?" said Susie. "Here we are at the hotel now, Uncle Robert. It's such a little way." From the hotel they strolled to the store, the center of life and interest in the village. [Illustration: The village street.] One corner of the store was taken up by the post office. Back from that ran long lines of shelves which reached to the ceiling. Beneath them were bins for flour and sugar. On the lower shelves were canisters of tea, coffee, and spices, and glass candy jars, which looked very inviting to Susie. Some were filled with gay-striped sticks. There were also jars of peppermint lozenges, star--and heart-shaped, with pink mottoes on their white faces. On the upper shelves were rows upon rows of cans covered with gay pictures of fruits and vegetables. Opposite the groceries were long shelves of dry goods. A glass case at one end of the counter was filled with bright-colored ribbons. In the darkness at the back of the store stood the barrels of vinegar, molasses, and kerosene oil. Above them hung rows of well-cured hams and sides of bacon. Near the barrels stood an old rusty stove which bore the marks of long use. Uncle Robert asked for the mail. Susie looked longingly at the glass jars upon the shelf, trusting that Uncle Robert would understand her even if she didn't say anything. "We must have some candy," he said. "Tell Mr. Jenkins what you would like, Susie, while I look at my letters." Susie carefully picked out three sticks of peppermint, three sticks of lemon, and three of cinnamon. "If you please, I'd like some of the mottoes, too." Mr. Jenkins handed down the jar, spread out a clean sheet of wrapping paper, and turned out the candies. Susie selected a dozen hearts, rounds, and stars, with different mottoes, and then wondered if she ought to have lemon drops, too. "Do you think I have enough, uncle?" she asked. Uncle Robert knew pretty well what little girls like. "No, Susie," he said, "you have forgotten the lemon drops, and, let me see, nut candy--we must carry home enough for mother and the boys." Just then a little girl in a pink sunbonnet, carrying an oil can in her hand, came through the open door. "How d' do, Susie," she said, with a shy glance at Uncle Robert. "How d' do," said Susie. "Have some of my candy, Jennie?" holding it out to her. "Uncle Robert bought it for me. There he is," in a loud whisper. "Good morning, Jennie," said Uncle Robert, putting his letters in his pocket. "You haven't been out to see Susie since I have been here." "It's Jennie's mother who had the nasturtiums last year," said Susie. "Have you any now Jennie?" "Yes, but they don't grow well this year," answered Jennie.