warm face and touseled hair from the canvas cushions. "You've had
a fine nap. Want me to go upstairs with you and help you find a
clean dress?"

"No," said Sister a bit crossly.

"You'll feel much better, honey, when your face is washed and you
have on a thinner frock," urged Louise, putting down her knitting.
"Come upstairs like a good girl, and I'll tell you what I saw Miss
Putnam doing as I came past her house this afternoon."

Sister toiled upstairs after Louise, feeling much abused. She had
not intended to take a nap, and now here she had slept away good
playtime and was certainly warmer and more uncomfortable than she
had been before she went to sleep.

But after Louise had bathed her face and hands in cool water and
had brushed her hair and buttoned her into a pretty white dress
with blue spots, Sister was her own sunny self. She had not been
thoroughly awake, you see, and that was the reason she felt a
little cross.

"What was Miss Putnam doing?" she asked curiously, watching Louise
fold up the frock she had taken off.

"She was out in her yard nailing something on the fence," said
Louise. "I saw her when I was a block away, hammering as though
her life depended on it. A crowd of boys were watching her--at a
safe distance--and when I came near enough I saw she had a roll of
wire in the yard. She was nailing barbwire along the fence