directed, "and you get all the juice--that is, all you don't miss. It
takes a little practice; but I've got some black boys that can get every
drop. Watch!"

Rapidly he ate along the extended strip of skin, to which clung the cut
sections of orange. In a moment it was clean.

"It's an awfully crude way of doing it--but, as long as we're in an
orange grove, let's do as the orange 'grovers' do," laughed Alice.

"I'm game!" cried Paul.

"Same here!" put in Russ, and they cut their oranges as the man had done.
The latter then prepared one each for Ruth and Alice, and amid much
laughter--the girls and the young men leaning far over so as not to drip
the juice on their clothes--they finished the delicious fruit.

"Now bring on your bathtub!" cried Russ.

"There's the spring," the man said. "There's a basin near it, and it's
clean."

Laughing over the new way of eating oranges, but voting that it was worth
while, even if it was a bit "smeary," the young folks washed their hands
and faces, and kept on through the grove, growing more and more glad at
every step that they had come to Florida.

"And now for the Fountain of Youth!" cried Paul.

"I don't feel that I need it, after that delicious orange," laughed Ruth.