CHAPTER XIII 



Planting Potatoes 



All the members of the family were in the gar- 

 den one afternoon, planting potatoes. It was one 

 of those rare occasions when Edna could get away 

 from household duties and enjoy the free, outdoor 

 life with the boys. 



Henry was opening the newly-made hills, Snow- 

 ball was dropping, and William was covering. Ed- 

 na sat in the shade of a plantain tree and cut the 

 seed potatoes into pieces, while the monkey went 

 back and forth between her and Snowball, keeping 

 him supplied. 



"Some of these potatoes have sprouted," said 

 Edna. ''What shall I do with them?" 



*'I don't know," replied Henry, ''but suppose we 

 take a chance and plant them." However, when 

 he looked at the slender, white shoots, he had little 

 idea that they would ever amount to anything. 



A few days later, they were all in the garden 

 again, picking beans for dinner. "Just look how 

 those potato sprouts have changed," remarked Hen- 

 ry, who could scarcely believe his eyes; for the thin, 

 sickly-looking shoots had become green and robust 

 and leaves were forming on them. 



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