68 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



the choicest memories that he should take 

 away with him of his visit to New England. 



N. B. That corn and those potatoes 

 which General Gr nt looked at I will sell 

 for seed, at five dollars an ear and one dol- 

 lar a potato. Office-seekers need not apply. 



Knowing the President's great desire for 

 peas, I kept him from that part of the gar- 

 den where the vines grow. But they could 

 not be concealed. Those who say that the 

 President is not a man easily moved are 

 knaves or fools. When he saw my pea-pods, 

 ravaged by the birds, he burst into tears. 

 A man of war, he knows the value of peas. 

 I told him they were an excellent sort, " The 

 Champion of England." As quick as a flash 

 he said, 



" Why don't you call them ' The Keverdy 

 Johnson ' ? " 



It was a very clever bon-mot ; but I 

 changed the subject. 



The sight of my squashes, with stalks as 

 big as speaking-trumpets, restored the Presi- 

 dent to his usual spirits. He said the sum- 



