IO MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



about matters while I work. I well know that 

 something is coming. 



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



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

 off, and expect to rotate the turnips in ; it is a 

 political fashion.&quot; 



&quot; Is n t it a shame that the tomatoes are all. 

 getting ripe at once ? What a lot of squashes ! 

 I wish we had an oyster-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 straw 

 berries next year ? &quot; 



&quot;By all means, sell anything. We shall no 

 doubt get rich out of this acre.&quot; 



&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 



