It's
up to us girls to see that the harvest is got in, since the boys are so
scarce. I've got overalls and I can tell you they're real becoming. Mrs.
Alec Douglas says they're indecent and shouldn't be allowed, and even
Mrs. Elliott kinder looks askance at them. But bless you, the world
moves, and anyhow there's no fun for me like shocking Kitty Alec."
"By the way, father," said Rilla, "I'm going to take Jack Flagg's place
in his father's store for a month. I promised him today that I would, if
you didn't object. Then he can help the farmers get the harvest in. I
don't think I'd be much use in a harvest myself--though lots of the
girls are--but I can set Jack free while I do his work. Jims isn't much
bother in the daytime now, and I'll always be home at night."
"Do you think you'll like weighing out sugar and beans, and trafficking
in butter and eggs?" said the doctor, twinkling.
"Probably not. That isn't the question. It's just one way of doing my
bit." So Rilla went behind Mr. Flagg's counter for a month; and Susan
went into Albert Crawford's oat-fields.
"I am as good as any of them yet," she said proudly. "Not a man of them
can beat me when it comes to building a stack. When I offered to help
Albert looked doubtful. 'I am afraid the work will be too hard for you,'
he said. 'Try me for a day and see,' said I. 'I will do my darnedest.'"
None of the Ingleside folks spoke for just a moment.
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