and hurting your children," exclaimed
Mrs. Moore.

"But he keeps them interested, anyhow," replied the little German
mother. "They never ask to go away when Roger is with them. There's
something so lovable about him in spite of his temper."

"He hit me in my poor little belly--" began Elschen.

"Elschen!" shrieked her mother.

"Stomach," Elschen substituted hastily. "My poor little stomach. But I
don't care, I love him anyhow."

"But how about my sofa pillows?" asked Mrs. Moore.

"We'll give you the money out of our banks," said Ernie.

Elsa jumped up and down. "So we will! And you too, Roger!"

"Sure I will. And I'll iron the roses out for you."

The two mothers looked at each other with a glimmer of a smile in light
and dark blue eyes.

"You can each put a quarter in the Sunday School contribution box next
Sunday and we'll call it square. Do you agree, Mrs. Wolf?" Then as her
little neighbor nodded, Roger's mother went on. "Go change your wet
suit, Roger, and take Charley home. Lend me some of Elschen's little
things for her, Mrs. Wolf. The child is soaked."

"Mamma! That's a _mile_ out to Prebles'," roared Roger.

His mother looked at him, completely out of patience. "Well, _Roger_!
after this afternoon's various performances!"

"Oh, I'll go!" cried Roger hastily. "I was just talking, that was all!"
and he fled to the house.

Roger and Charley, hand in hand, trailed up the street in the haphazard
manner of childhood. The Prebles lived on a farm half a mile beyond the
limits of the town of Eagle's Wing. The board walk ended not far beyond
the Moores' house and the children automatically chose the center of the
road where the dust was deepest. By scuffling their bare feet
continuously they managed to travel most of the distance to the farm in
a cloud of dust which Roger explained was a deep sea fog.

Dick Preble met them at the door of the farm house. Dick was a stocky
boy of ten with a freckled face surmounted by a thatch of sandy hair.

"Charley! Where have you been? We thought you were asleep upstairs.
Mamma was just getting scared. And whose clothes have you got on?"

Charley rushed headlong past her brother, shrieking for her mother,
while Roger struggled with his explanation of certain of the afternoon's
complications.

"Gee!" was Dick's comment, "I'll bet Charley gets the paddle whacks for
running away."

"You weren't thinking of driving into town, were you?" asked Roger.

"Naw, lazy bo