"Let's do the work," said Elnora. "I can't say that I'm hungry now.
Doesn't seem as if I ever could be hungry again with such a lunch. I am
quite sure no one carried more delicious things to eat than I."

Mrs. Comstock was pleased. "I put in a pretty good hunk of cake. Did you
divide it with any one?"

"Why, yes, I did," admitted Elnora.

"Who?"

This was becoming uncomfortable. "I ate the biggest piece myself," said
Elnora, "and gave the rest to a couple of boys named Jimmy and Billy and
a girl named Belle. They said it was the very best cake they ever tasted
in all their lives."

Mrs. Comstock sat straight. "I used to be a master hand at spice cake,"
she boasted. "But I'm a little out of practice. I must get to work
again. With the very weeds growing higher than our heads, we should
raise plenty of good stuff to eat on this land, if we can't afford
anything else but taxes."

Elnora laughed and hurried up stairs to change her dress. Margaret
Sinton came that night bringing a beautiful blue one in its place, and
carried away the other to launder.

"Do you mean to say those dresses are to be washed every two days?"
questioned Mrs. Comstock.

"They have to be, to look fresh," replied Margaret. "We want our girl