Jack looked up at the vivid, glowing face above him.
"I can imagine Sarah let loose on a farm," he said drily. "They'd better tie up the pigs and nail down the cows—I wouldn't trust that girl within ten feet of a live animal."
"You think you're smart, Jack Welles!" broke in the wrathful voice of Sarah as that young person hurled herself around the side of the house and confronted them indignantly. "You think you're smart, don't you?"
"'Scuse me, Sarah, I didn't know you were within hearing distance," apologized Jack with proper contriteness. "Don't be mad at me, Sally, for here you are going away—when are you going?"
"Monday," said Sarah sullenly.
"You're going away Monday," went on Jack, "and you may not see me till September; can't we part friends, Sarah?"
Sarah regarded him suspiciously, but he surveyed her over his fish hooks and was apparently quite serious.
"I'll be glad to leave some people in this neighborhood," stated Sarah with peculiar distinctness. "I'm going to do just as I please at Rainbow Hill."
"Then I take it that Hugh won't be there?" said Jack, but Rosemary hastened to act as peacemaker.
"Don't fuss," she advised them wisely. "Jack, I may learn how to fish this summer myself—Mr. Hammond told Hugh that Mr. Hildreth is a great fisherman."