"Course it is," she answered.
"And has it got a crust, and things inside, like Norah makes?" Laddie wanted to know.
"Course it has," declared Rose. "Come on, I'll give you some."
They went out to the kitchen where Bill Johnson was busy. He greeted the boys with a laugh.
"That little sister of yours is some cook!" exclaimed the cook. "She can make a pie almost as good as I can, and it took me a good many years to learn."
"Let's see the pie!" demanded Russ.
"Here 'tis!" exclaimed Rose. "We set it out on the window sill to cool," and she brought in what seemed like a very nice pie, indeed.
And it was good, too, as the boys said after they had tasted it. True, it was made of canned peaches, but then you can't get fresh peaches on a Western ranch in early summer. Canned ones did very well.
"Could I have another piece?" asked Laddie, finishing his first.
"Well, a little one," said Rose. "I want to save some for Margy—— Oh, where is Margy?" she suddenly cried. "I forgot all about her, and Mother said I was to watch her! Oh, where is she?"