"Very well. Hand them over."
Off ran the boy to the brook; and the girl was shyly following, when Rose said,—
"Will you sell me that pretty bark pannier of yours? I want one for my flowers."
"No'm. I guess I'd ruther not."
"I'll give you a quarter for it. Then you can go to the circus without working any more."
"Dan made this for me, real careful; and I couldn't sell it, no way. He wouldn't go without me. And I'll pick stiddy all day, and git my money. See if I don't!" answered the child, hugging her treasure close.
"Here's your romance in the bud," said Uncle Ben, trying not to laugh.
"It's beautiful!" said Rose, with energy. "What is your name, dear?"
"Gusty Medders, please'm."
"Dan isn't your brother?"