It was not long after this that Marty got tired of hoeing and threw down the implement altogether, to seek the shadow of the cherry tree in the fence corner.
"Why don't ye quit?" he asked Janice. "You're getting all hot and mucky. And for what? Them things will only have ter be weeded again."
Janice laughed. "I'll keep them clean as far as I can go. I won't let a lot of old weeds beat me."
"Huh! what's the odds?"
"Why, Marty!" she cried. "Don't you like to see 'a good task well done?'"
"Ya-as,—by somebody else," grinned that young hopeful. "Come on an' sit down, Janice."
"Haven't got time," laughed his cousin.
"Pshaw! 'Time was made for slaves'—that's what Walky Dexter says. Say! let's go up to see the Shower Bath."
"How about the potatoes?"
"Shucks! I've done a good stint, ain't I? Dad can't expect me to work all the time. An' I bet he ain't doin' a livin' thing himself but settin' down talkin' somewhere."