wound. When Miss Pinkerton first saw
it, she doubted whether leg or boy could be saved. It was still
bad, and the boy's mother stood and cried while Miss Pinkerton
dressed it, there under the strip-of-canvas house.

Miss Pinkerton saw Jimmie staring at that shelter and at the
helpless mother, and she whispered, "Aren't you lucky to have a
Grandma like yours, Jimmie-boy?"

When the leg was all neatly rebandaged, the boy caught at Miss
Pinkerton with a shy hand. "_Gracias_--thank you," he said, "but
why you take so long trouble for us, Lady, when we don't pay you
nothing?"

"I don't think there's anything so well worth taking trouble for
as just boys and girls," Miss Pinkerton said.

The boy frowned thoughtfully. "Other peoples don't think like
that way," he persisted. "For why should you?"

"Well, it's really because of Jesus," Miss Pinkerton answered
slowly. "You've heard about Jesus, haven't you?"

"Not me," the boy said. "Who is he?"

"He was God's Son, and he taught men to love one another. He
taught them about God, too."

"God? I've heard the name, but I ain't never seen that guy
either."

"Like to hear about him?" Miss Pinkerton
asked.

The boy dropped down on the running board with his bandaged leg
stretched out before him. Other children came running. Sitting on
the running board, too, Miss Pinkerton told them about Jesus, how
he used his life to help other people be kinder to each other.
The camp children listened with mouths open, and brushed the
rough hair from their eyes to see the pictures she took from the
car. The boy's mother stood with her arms wrapped in her dirty
apron and listened, too.

[Illustration: Hearing about Jesus]

But it was the boy who sat breathless till the story was done.
Then he scrubbed a ragged sleeve across eyes and nose and spoke
in a choked, angry voice. "I wish I'd been there. I bet them
guys wouldn't-wouldn't got so fresh with--with him. But listen,
Lady!" His dark eyes were fiercely questioning. "Why ain't
nobody told us? It sure seems like we ought to been told
before."

All the way home Jimmie sat silent. As the car stopped, he got
his voice. "Miss Pink'ton, did he mean, honest, he didn't know
about God and Jesus?"

Miss Pinkerton nodded. "He--he didn't know he had a Heavenly
Father."

"And no Gramma either," Jimmie mumbled. "Gee."

8: THE HOPYARDS

Through February, March, and part of April, the Beecham family
picked peas in t