icy to the touch. Jess smiled as she drew them out.
"Is it good?" asked Benny's voice. There he sat in the door of the car, swinging his legs, his arm around the shaggy dog.
"It's delicious!" declared Jess. "Cold as ice." She climbed up beside him as she spoke, bringing the breakfast with her. The other two children sat up and looked at it. "Today, Jess," began Henry, "I will go back to town and try to get a job mowing lawns or something. Then we can afford to have something besides milk for breakfast."
Milk suited Benny very well, however, so the older children allowed him to drink rather more than his share, Henry did not waste any time talking. He brushed his hair as well as he could without a brush, rolled down his sleeves, and started for town with the second dollar.
"Glad you've got a dog, Jess," he called back, as he waved his straw hat.
The children watched him disappear around the curve and then turned to Jess expectantly. They were not mistaken. Jess had a plan.
"We'll explore," she began mysteriously.
