it all right
for you to come to us because, as you see, I am a Girl Scout too, and
you know we must serve each other when in need."

A look of pleasure lighted the girl's face.

"Why, if you are sure there is enough," she said. "I am so tired
carrying the baby, it would seem good just to sit down and rest awhile.
But Tommy eats a lot."

"We don't mind that," said Rosanna. "I don't want a single bit of that
supper left to carry home."

The little procession turned and made its joyful way back to the lunch
basket.

Rosanna and Helen seated their little guests, and Minnie, her kind heart
touched by the tired face and drooping shoulders of the little girl who
had carried the heavy baby so far, took the child and commenced to play
with it.

The girls spread the paper lunch cloth smoothly on the ground and
commenced putting the food on the table. Tommy stared with round eyes.
Myron glanced at the feast and then looked away while, to everyone's
astonishment, Luella commenced to cry.

"My land of love, what's the matter now?" said Minnie, speaking over the
head of the baby, who nestled happily in her lap.

Everybody looked at Luella who mumbled something and sobbed right along.

"What does she say?" asked Helen.

The older girl looked dreadfully embarrassed.

"I'm so ashamed of her," she exclaimed in a low tone. "She does think up
such dreadful things! She is crying because those plums are green, and
she knows I won't let her eat any."

"Plums?" said Helen and Rosanna together.

"Over there," cried Luella, sniffling and pointing.

Both girls began to laugh, then stopped as they noticed the unhappy look
on the large girl's face.

"I don't wonder she thinks those are plums," said Helen. "I thought they
were plums when I was little and always called them plums long after I
knew they were olives. Here, Luella, you can eat one now if you wish,
but I don't believe you will like them at all. I didn't when I was
little."

Luella took the offered dainty and popped it into her mouth. She managed
to eat it, although she made awful faces. Tommy, watching her, did not
ask for a serving.

"Can I help?" said the strange girl politely. "I wish you would let me.
I would feel better to do something when you are going to give us such a
perfectly lovely supper."

"Please sit still and rest," said Rosanna, smiling. "You want to feel
real good and hungry when supper is ready, and I am sure you must be
tired nearly to death.