"Mopsy Midget!" she exclaimed. "I'll tell you the very thing!
Let's go down the well, and get cooled off!"

"How can we?" said Marjorie, who was quite ready to go, but
couldn't see her way clear as to the means of transportation.

"Why, as easy as anything! You go down in one bucket, and I'll go
down in the other."

"We can't get in these buckets."

"Of course not, goosey; but we can get our feet in, and then stand
up, and hold on by the chain."

"We can't get our feet in flat, the buckets aren't wide enough."
As she spoke, Marjorie stood on one foot and examined the sole of
her other shoe, which was certainly longer than the diameter of
the bucket.

"Oh, don't fuss so! We can stand on our toes a little bit. Come
on--I'll go first."

"All right," and Marjorie began to enter into the spirit of the
thing; "there can't be any danger, because Carter said the water
was low in the well."

"Yes, all the wells are low just now--it's such dry weather. But,
anyway, we won't go down as far as the water. Now listen: I'll get
in this bucket and start down. You pull the other one up, and when
you get it up here, pour out the water and get in yourself, and