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Rh stepped out of it, a sturdy little figure in a brief white petticoat.

So Dot rubbed plenty of soap on the blackberry spots. It was harness soap, which Jud had been using for the leather harness, but the children thought it made a fine lather. Linda would have scolded had she seen them, for soap sets fruit juice stains so that it is almost impossible ever to get them out.

"Let's put in our handkerchiefs, too," suggested Bobby, pulling out a grimy square.

Twaddles had lost his, and Dot's was in the pocket of her dress and already wet, but Bobby added his to the wash.

"We must let 'em soak," advised Dot, who had been in the kitchen on wash days. "Linda says that gets the dirt out."

The three children balanced themselves on the edge of the rain barrel while they waited for their wash to soak.

"Well, for pity's sake, what are you up to now?" It was Jud's voice, and Jud came out of the barn so unexpectedly that he made them jump.