"Let's have another!" suggested Elena.
Miss Miller laughed and gave consent by helping herself to a second tomato.
"Some of these must go in that soup! And we will take a number of them for lunch and to-night," added the Guide, as the girls helped themselves.
"I see some delicious meals waiting for us this summer, as I gaze about this garden! With that rhubarb almost ready to cut, what pies and stews we can have! Then, those string beans in that patch of dwarf beans, and the peas hanging on the bushes—why, there is such an endless variety growing that we will have to turn regular cooks to be able to enjoy all that Nature has provided," exclaimed Miss Miller.
"We don't know how to cook, and you shouldn't spend so much time cooking for us," remonstrated Jane.
"I do not intend to. I'm going to show you girls how to cook your own meals. The one who won't cook gets no meal!"
What turn the conversation may have taken can never be told, for at that moment a loud sound came from the barn.
"If I didn't know that Daddy sent our old horse to a pasture for the summer, I should say that noise was a horse!" said Zan, running past the others and along the path that led to the out-houses.
The others followed quickly, and were in time to see Zan stand in astonishment. They joined her and there, in the small enclosure by the side of the barn, stood a horse looking at them. At sight of Zan, the animal lifted his nose and neighed.
"Of all things! It's our old pet that we've had here every summer! Why, Cheokee, how did you get here?" cried Zan, racing over and throwing her arms about the horse's neck.