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 Charlotte and Jodie each had a Prang non-poisonous water-color box, with blue daisies and a little girl's blue head on the cover. It said non-poisonous, so they sucked their stubby quill-handled brushes as much as they liked, but Charlotte told Hoagland he would die if he sucked his paintbrush. He had a grand paint box, wooden, with drawers and drawers of paints, each cake with a rampant lion on it. But only little specks of color came off; no matter how much water he used, he couldn't make a nice pink or yellow mud.

"So will I paint dinner cards," said Jodie. But Charlotte discouraged him.

"No, Jodie, you always go over the edge. Real artists never go over the edge."

Charlotte never went over the edge. She painted so neatly that she could even do the veins in fairy wings in the Green and Yellow Fairy Books.

"Say, kids, do you know what? We could have lemonade for sale," Hoagland suggested. "I betcha million dollars we could make an awful lot of money selling that. I'll tease Myrtle for some lemons and sugar."

"And, oh, listen! We can get some trailing arbutus to sell!"

"Gee! C'mon! Let's go get it now! I'll get my bike!"

The trailing arbutus grew at the edge of the pine woods behind the haunted house. They went along