I think you've done splendidly, girls.

You've set your hand to the plow and started some fine deep furrows.

But just remember, it's a long way around a ten-acre lot, so faint not in the heat of the day." Kit herself attacked the problem of winning over the Peckhams to her idea of Sally's taking charge of a little store at the crossroads.

Sally herself sat with wide anxious eyes on the extreme edge of a black haircloth armchair, while her mother said over and over again it was utterly impossible.
"Why, I couldn't get along without Sally, especially in the summer, with all the fruit to put up and the young ones home from school." "But, Mrs.Peckham," pleaded Kit, "when you were Sally's age, wasn't there ever anything that you wanted to do or be with all your heart and soul?
Didn't you ever just want to get away from what you had been doing for years, and start something new ?" "Well, come to think of it now," smiled Mrs.Peckham, "I'd have given my eye-teeth to have left home and gone to be a teacher in some town." "Then please let Sally do this.

Cousin Roxy says she's willing to keep an eye over everything, and one of us girls will probably be helping her out most of the time, too.