MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 125 



paring a bed for a sowing of turnips, 

 not that I like turnips in the least ; but 

 this is the season to sow them. Polly 

 comes out, and extemporizes her usual 

 seat to &quot; consult me &quot; about matters 

 while I work. I well know that some 

 thing is coming. 



&quot; This is a rotation of crops, isn t it ? &quot; 



&quot; Yes : I have rotated the gone-to-seed 

 lettuce off, and expect to rotate the tur 

 nips in ; it is a political fashion.&quot; 



&quot; Isn t it a shame that the tomatoes 

 are all getting ripe at once ? What a 

 lot of squashes ! I wish we had an oys 

 ter-bed. Do you want me to help you 

 any more than I am helping ? &quot; 



&quot; No, I thank you.&quot; (I wonder what 

 all this is about ?) 



&quot; Don t you think we could sell some 

 strawberries next year ? &quot; 



&quot; By all means, sell any thing. We 

 shall no doubt get rich out of this acre.&quot; 



