126 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



&quot;Don t be foolish.&quot; 



And now ! 



&quot; Don t you think it would be nice 

 to have a?&quot; And Polly unfolds a 

 small scheme of benevolence, which is 

 not quite enough to break me, and is 

 really to be executed in an economical 

 manner. &quot; Wouldn t that be nice ? &quot; 



&quot; Oh, yes ! And where is the money 

 to come from ? &quot; 



&quot; I thought we had agreed to sell the 

 strawberries.&quot; 



&quot; Certainly. But I think we would 

 make more money if we sold the plants 



now.&quot; 



&quot;Well,&quot; said Polly, concluding the 

 whole matter, &quot; I am going to do it.&quot; 

 And, having thus &quot; consulted &quot; me, Polly 

 goes away; and I put in the turnip- 

 seeds quite thick, determined to raise 

 enough to sell. But not even this mer 

 cenary thought can ruffle my mind as I 



