Mabel cheerfully made three trips across the street with it—it did not occur to any of them until too late that it would have been easier to carry the pitcher across in the first place. The lemonade was decidedly weak, but the visitors were too polite to say so. On her return, a thirsty small boy offered Mabel a nickel for all that was left in the pitcher, and Mabel, after a moment's hesitation, accepted the offer.
"You're getting a bargain," said Mabel. "There's as much as a glass and three quarters there, besides all the lemon."
"Did you get a whole pitcherful out of one lemon?" asked the boy. "You'd be able to make circus lemonade all right."
Before the other girls had had time to discover what had become of her, the proprietor of the lemonade stand marched into the cottage and proudly displayed four shining nickels and the empty pitcher.
"Why, where in the world did you get all that?" cried Marjory. "Surely you
