Mrs. Stonington seemed very much improved by her stay in the South, but
she was not yet out of danger, the doctor said, and must use care. Her
husband and Amy were still anxious about her, and watched her carefully;
for, though she was no relation to Amy, she still acted, and in reality
was, almost as a mother to the girl.
Amy's newly-found brother paid one visit to the bungalow in the orange
grove, but could not stay long, as his business was increasing. He
reported all well in Deepdale.
"By the way," he said with a chuckle, "those old friends of yours, Alice
Jallow and Kittie Rossmore, have started a sort of automobile club. I
guess they're trying to rival you."
"They're not friends of ours," said Mollie quickly, "and as for being
rivals--we refuse to consider them as such."
"Well, I don't blame you."
The orange picking was in full swing now, and the girls spent many happy
days in the grove. They learned many new ways of eating oranges, and
marveled at the difference in flavor of the fruit picked from the trees,
from that as they recalled it in the North.
The laborers supplied by Mr.
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