"I'll--I'll help you," offered Sister timidly.
"You can't," said Jimmie. "Last time you crammed the lettuce
plants in so hard they died over night."
"But I'll bring the water for 'em, in the watering-pot, and I can
weed onions--I know how to do that," insisted Sister humbly.
"I won't need the watering-pot," said Jimmie more graciously.
"I'll use the hose on them all tonight. I wonder if you could weed
the onions?"
"Oh, yes!" Sister assured him eagerly. "You watch me, Jimmie."
She fell on her fat little knees, and began to pull the weeds from
a long row of onions.
The sun was hot and the row was very long. Before she reached the
middle of it, the perspiration was running down Sister's face, and
her hands were damp and grimy.
"Look here," Jimmie called to her anxiously, on his way back for
more lettuce plants, "don't you want to rest? And why don't you
wear a sunbonnet, or something?"
Sister stood up, straightening her aching little shoulders.
"Sunbonnets are hot," she explained carefully. "And I don't want
to rest, Jimmie. I'll go get a drink of water and then I'll weed
some more."
"Bring me a drink, too, will you?" Jimmie called after her.
When she brought it he forgot to say thank you because one of his
friends had ridden past on his bicycle and this reminded Jimmie
that he had meant to do something to his own wheel that morning.
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