"Look out of the front door," said Molly, "and you won't see a
tree then. You'll just see grass and sky and cows. But what's this
thing at the back, Mopsy? It looks like a pair of well-buckets."

"I don't know. What can it be?" said Mopsy, running to look.

There was a queer contraption that seemed to be something like a
windlass and something like a dumbwaiter. It was at the very end
of the veranda around the corner of the house.

"I know," said Stella quietly; "it's a kind of an elevator thing
to pull up things when you want to."

"Why, so it is!" cried Marjorie. "This is the way it works." And
releasing a big wooden button, she let the whole affair slide to
the ground, and, then, grasping the handle of a crank, she began
to draw it up again.

"Well, if that isn't great!" cried Molly. "We can boost up all
sorts of things!"

"Here's something to boost up now," said Marjorie, who had spied
Jane coming across the fields, with what was undoubtedly a tray of
refreshment.

And sure enough, Grandma had sent some ginger-snaps and lemonade
to furnish the first feast at "Breezy Inn."

"Your grandma wouldn't send much," explained Jane, "for she says