The scouts all helped with the task of white-washing the house and bathing the chicks. Mrs. James advised the girls not to disturb the setting hen but to let her handle that important part of the work.
It was sunset before the work was completed, but once it was done, Janet felt that her friends had accomplished a great deed for her future success—to say nothing of future physical comfort.
“If only we could send word to Ames that everything is ready for the chickens,” said Natalie, as they started for the house.
“To-morrer is Sunday, you know,” was Sam’s reminder.
“Oh pshaw! I forgot all about it,” said Janet.
“Then Janet will lose another day without getting any eggs from her hens,” was Natalie’s disturbing suggestion.
“I don’t see why I can’t go over now and get them,” said Janet.
“What have you decided to do about Susy. Has she a shed to sleep in?” said Mrs. James, calmly.
Janet turned and looked at Sam. He shook his head.
“Can’t Susy sleep in the barn for one night?” asked Janet.