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“Well, hello, girls!” said Mrs. Duncan when she met them at her

door. “Thank you so much for helping me. These old bones just don’t

move as well as I’d like them to.”

“We’re happy to help, Mrs. Duncan,” said Hailey. “Where would

you like us to start?”

“Oh, I don’t know. There’s so much to do. Anyplace you want to

work is fine with me. I doubt you can get everything done that needs to

be done, but anything you do will be a big help. I’m just happy to have

you here.”

“Why don’t we each just choose a section of the yard and work on

it?” said Marie. “I’ll take the lawn. Mrs. Duncan, if you’ll show me your

mower, I’ll make this lawn look beautiful.”

“And I can trim your bushes,” said Noelle.

“And I’ll start weeding in your garden,” said Hailey. “Sage, how

about helping me?”

Mrs. Duncan was happy with the arrangement, and the girls set

off to work.

“They all look like weeds to me,” Sage confessed when she saw the

garden.

“I’ll show you which is which,” said Hailey. “See these, with the

long leaves that look like grass? Pull those out. And the ones with

the thorns—pull those out, too. That’s why we brought these gloves.”

Hailey and Sage began weeding. Soon they heard the sound of

clippers snapping at branches and the roar of the lawn mower.

And then a scream pierced the air.

Noelle dropped the clippers. Marie turned off the mower. They

both ran to the garden.