"So will mine," said Marjorie, but she spoke with hesitation. She
knew that Grandma would not like to have her wear that dainty
fresh frock out into the fields.

But, for some reason, Stella, too, was inclined to go, and with
the trio, two against one always carried the day; and linking
arms, in half a minute the three were skipping away toward the
field. They had not asked permission, because the fields were part
of Mr. Martin's property, and Stella was practically on her own
home ground, though at a good distance from the house.

Enthusiastic over their new plan, the girls worked with a will,
and, having carelessly gone off without any basket, they found
themselves obliged to hold up the skirts of their dresses to carry
their harvest.

"I should think we had enough to sell to everybody in Morristown,"
declared Molly, as, tired and flushed, she surveyed the great heap
she had piled into her dress skirt.

"So should I," agreed Midget, gathering up more and more of her
pretty dimity, now, alas! rumpled and stained almost beyond
recognition.

Stella had a good share, though not so much as the others, and she
stood calmly inquiring what they were going to do with it.

"There's no use taking it to my house," she declared, "for mother
would only tell me to throw it away,--I know she would."