Trot finished the plate of candy herself and then asked
for a drink of water.

"Water?" said the Mountain Ear wonderingly. "What is
that?"

"Something to drink. Don't you have water in Mo?"

"None that ever I heard of," said he. "But I can give
you some fresh lemonade. I caught it in a jar the last
time it rained, which was only day before yesterday."

"Oh, does it rain lemonade here?" she inquired.

"Always; and it is very refreshing and healthful."

With this he brought from a cupboard a stone jar and a
dipper, and the girl found it very nice lemonade, indeed.
Cap'n Bill liked it, too; but the Ork would not touch it.

"If there is no water in this country, I cannot stay
here for long," the creature declared. "Water means
life to man and beast and bird."

"There must be water in lemonade," said Trot.

"Yes," answered the Ork, "I suppose so; but there are
other things in it, too, and they spoil the good water."

The day's adventures had made our wanderers tired, so