88 MY SUMMER IN A GAKDEN. 



&quot; Well, yes, perhaps James did plant 

 them, to a certain extent. But who 

 hoed them ?&quot; 



&quot; We did.&quot; 



&quot; We did ! &quot; I said in the most sarcas 

 tic manner. &quot; And I suppose we put on 

 the sack-cloth and ashes, when the 

 striped bug came at four o clock, A. M., 

 and we watched the tender leaves, and 

 watered night and morning the feeble 

 plants. I tell you, Polly,&quot; said I, un 

 corking the Bordeaux raspberry vinegar, 

 &quot; there is not a pea here that does not 

 represent a drop of moisture wrung 

 from my brow, not a beet that does not 

 stand for a back-ache, not a squash that 

 has not caused me untold anxiety ; and 

 I did hope but I will say no more.&quot; 



Observation. In this sort of family 

 discussion, &quot; I will say no more &quot; is the 

 most effective thing you can close up 

 with. 



