"Now let's go and play with our dolls again," suggested Vi. "Can you come over to our Aunt Jo's house, and sit on her porch?" she asked Mabel, Florence and Sallie, the other little girls.
They said they could, and they were just starting to get their dolls when along came a boy with a basket of groceries on his arm. He had got out of a delivery wagon down the street, and was bringing some things to Aunt Jo. The boy had often called with groceries before, and Rose and Vi knew him. His name was Henry Jones.
"Hello, little girls!" called Henry, for he was older than any of them. "What you doin'?"
"Seeing who can jump highest," answered Rose.
"I can jump higher'n any of you!" boasted Henry. "Want to see me?"
"Well, you ought to jump higher—you're bigger'n we are," said Mabel.
"Well, I'll jump and keep on holding my basket," offered the grocery boy. "That'll make it harder for me. Go on! Hold the rope up real high and I'll jump over it."
"Maybe you might spill the things in your basket," suggested Rose.
"No, I won't. I'm a good jumper," said Henry. "Hold the rope up real high."
Rose took hold of one end of the rope and Mabel the other. They held it across the sidewalk as high up as their own waists.