CHAPTER VII
AN ADVENTURE FOR SARAH
"Do you have to work all the time?" asked Sarah plaintively.
She sat on the top of a fence rail and, her feet hooked around the next bar, was placidly, if precariously, watching Richard Gilbert tinkering with a cultivator that had developed a sudden "kink."
"Well, summer is the time to work, on a farm," Richard answered good-naturedly. "You have to cultivate the corn when there is corn to cultivate, Sarah."
Sarah nodded, her eyes on the horse which stood patiently waiting.
"He's shivering," she said. "Look—see him shiver, Rich. And it is just as hot!"
"That isn't shivering," replied Richard, glancing up from the wheel in his hand. "Solomon is twitching to shake a fly off—that's all."
"Did he shake it off?" demanded Sarah with interest.