Harding. "There's no other way to figure
it. But this is enough for a start."
Peaches leaned toward her and asked: "May we do this again to-morrow,
nicest lady?"
"Well I can't say as we can come clear here every day; I'm a busy woman,
and my spare time is scarce; and even light as you are, you'd be a load
for me; I can't say as we can do this when Peter is busy plowing and
harvesting and Junior is away on the cream wagon, and Mickey is in town at
his work; we can't do just this; but there is something we can do that
will help the feet quite as much. We can bring a bucket of sand up to the
house, and set a tub of water in the sun, and you can lie on a comfort
under an apple tree with Mary and Bobbie to watch you, and every few hours
we can take a little time off for rubbing and splashing."
"My job!" shouted Junior. "I get a bucket and carry up the sand!"
"I bring the tub and pump the water!" cried Mary.
"Me shoo turkey!" announced Bobbie.
"I lift the tub to the edge of the shade and carry out the Butterfly!"
said Peter.
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