Their father had to paint the names on the sleds, for the sleds were twins, too.

After school and on Saturday you could often find Jack and Jill, with “Racer” and “Lady Bird,” coasting down the hill together.

But this story is not about coasting in the winter.

It is about a slide Jack and Jill took one day in summer.

Mary and Tommy Tucker went to Jack’s house one morning to play with the twins.

Jill saw them coming and ran out to meet them.

“Come down to the sand-bank,” she cried.  “We’ve got something new down there.  Papa gave it to us.”

So they all took hold of hands and ran down the hill.

“Be careful, Jack,” said Tommy.

“Don’t fall down and break your crown.”

When they reached the sand-bank, what do you think they found?

There was an old stove with a great big oven.

Some of the covers were gone, and there was no funnel.  But the oven was all right, and that was what Mary needed.

“Let’s make our oven full of cakes and pies,” said Mary.

“I’ll build the fire,” said Jack.

“And I’ll help you get the wood,” said Tommy.

How the boys worked to get some dry leaves and sticks!

Of course they could not light the fire but it was almost as much fun.

The little girls went to work at once getting out their table and dishes.

The table was a long board, and their dishes came from everywhere.

The pie plates were pretty, round shells that Mary had brought from the seashore.

Grandma Hall had given them some small tins to make cakes in.

Then there was a cracked bowl and a teapot without a handle.

Plenty of dishes, you see, for a morning’s baking.

“What shall we bake this morning?” said Mary.

“Oh, let’s make some plum cake and blueberry cake.

“Then we can make some blueberry pies and some apple pies.”

“Oh yes!” said Mary, “and I’ll make some apple turnovers.”

By this time the boys had the fire laid and the wood-box filled with wood.

“What can we do now?” said Tommy.

“You can get us some blueberries for our cakes and pies,” said Jill.

So the boys took the cracked bowl and filled it with little round seeds they called blueberries.

“I know where I can get some apples,” said Mary, and away she ran across the field.

She was back again in a few minutes with her apron full of little green apples.

“You know, Jill,” she said, “green apples make very good pies.”

Just then the boys came back with the berries and the baking was begun.

After a dozen pies had been put into the oven, Jill said, “Oh, Jack! we must have some more water.

“Will you run up to the house and get some?”

“Yes,” said Jack, “if someone will go with me.”