"Yes. You do it on Midsummer Night."
"Will it grow the better for that?" asked the puzzled French girl.
"We don't want it to grow, you goose. We want to try our fortunes."
"It was Peggy Morrison's plan," spoke out Clarice Vigo.
"It's an old English custom," declared Peggy, "as old as burning brushwood."
"Would you like to observe this old English custom, Mademoiselle Zhone?" questioned Angélique.
"Yes, let us hurry on."
"I think myself it would be charming." The instant Angélique thought this, Peggy Morrison's plan lost foolishness, and gained in all eyes the dignity of adventure. "But we have no hempseed."
"Yes, we have," responded Peggy. "Our Dinah is there outside the fence with her lap full of it."
"And how do you sow it?"