"I love corn on the cob," Annuetta said. "I'll be careful."

Hoeing the corn wasn't too bad in the cool morning. Sally and Annuetta hummed like bees. Sally worked much faster than the princess, but told her not to rush.

"It is better to do a good job than a fast one," she said.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, the day grew warmer. Sweat ran off Annuetta's face. Her arms, which had stopped hurting for a while, started aching again. But ...