"Well—" she hesitated. "Perhaps I was then—just a little. But I get mad so easily, Warren, it doesn't count."
"I'd prefer," said Warren composedly, "to always be good friends with you."
The impulsive Rosemary took a step forward that brought her close to the wagon.
"We are friends," she assured Warren eagerly. Then, mischief welling up in her blue eyes, "When you've known me a little longer you'll find out that I often quarrel with my friends."
"I don't," said Warren soberly, but he drove away to the barn whistling merrily.
The few days remaining of Doctor Hugh's vacation and Jack's agreement with Mr. Hildreth, passed quickly and pleasantly. The three boys worked together in perfect harmony and Jack began to enjoy a sense of power and ease that came with the hardening of his muscles. The sun might be hot, but the rays no longer made him uncomfortable—the rows of vines were as long as ever, but he swung down them easily and picked the ripe tomatoes almost automatically.
"I don't see why you don't finish out the month," Mr. Hildreth said to him the night before his two weeks were over. "I'd like to have you first rate and it seems a pity to leave just when you're broke in."
Somewhat to his surprise, Jack heard himself agreeing to stay. Warren and Richard heartily applauded his decision and Doctor Hugh agreed to carry back an approved report to Mrs. Welles.
"It will do you good, in many ways, Jack," said the doctor seriously. "And if you are going to try for the football team this fall, you'll be in the pink of condition."
The next day Doctor Hugh went back to resume his regular schedule though, he promised his disconsolate family, he would try to spend the week-ends, or Sundays at least, with them.