120 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



" By all means, sell anything. We shall 

 no doubt get rich out of this acre." 



" Don't be foolish." 



And now ! 



" Don't you think it would be nice to have 

 a " 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. "Wouldn't that 

 be nice? " 



" Oh, yes ! And where is the money to 

 come from ? " 



"I thought we had agreed to sell the 

 strawberries." 



" Certainly. But I think we would make 

 more money if we sold the plants now." 



" Well," said Polly, concluding the whole 

 matter, " I am going to do it." And, hav- 

 ing thus " consulted " me, Polly goes away ; 

 and I put in the turnip-seeds quite thick, de- 

 termined to raise enough to sell. But not 

 even this mercenary thought can ruffle my 

 mind as I rake off the loamy bed. I no. 

 tice, however, that the spring smell has gone 



