Cameron had assured his sister that he thought Ruth Fielding "just
immense," and he was determined to give the girl of the Red Mill as
pleasant a time as possible.

He worked like a Trojan to gather buttercups, and after they had eaten
the luncheon old Babette had put up for them (and it was the very
nicest and daintiest luncheon that Ruth Fielding had ever tasted) he
told the girls to remain seated on the flat stone he had found for
them and weave the foundation for the pillow while he picked bushels
upon bushels of buttercups.

"You'll need a two-horse load, anyway to have enough for a pillow of
the size Nell has planned," he said, grinning. "And perhaps she'll
finish it if you help her, Ruth. She's always trying to do some big
thing and 'falling down' on it."

"That's not so, Master Sauce-box!" cried his sister.

Tom went off laughing, and the two girls set to work on the great mass
of buttercups they had already picked. They grew so large, and were so
dewey and golden, that a more brilliant bed of color one could scarce
imagine than the pillow, as it began to grow under the dexterous hands
of Helen and Ruth. And, being alone together now, they began to grow
confidential.

"And how does the Ogre treat you?" asked Helen. "I thought, when I
came this morning, that you had been feeling badly."

"I am not very happy," admitted Ruth.