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and I says you put a few seed there and there and there. And 

 when he got his corn planted, then I had him plant his beans 

 and potatoes and tomatoes — no, not his cucumbers, but summer 

 squash. And then he says to me "Ain't I going to have any 

 cucumbers?" and I said "Why, yes, only I haven't any seed at 

 home. When I come home I will bring you some." He kept 

 track of it and when the proper time came that year at our own 

 exhibition the little fellow got the first prize on butter beans 

 and the second prize on green, and there were seventeen entries 

 on the butter beans and eighteen entries on the green pod snap 

 beans. He went out and got those beans and washed them and 

 rinsed them and put them on towels to dry them and put them 

 into a box, and when he got down to the hall and when he went 

 to Boston, both years, he wouldn't allow a single person to help 

 him. One old lady down to Boston, says "You dear little fel- 

 low, let me help you arrange your things." And he says "This 

 is my exhibition, it ain't yours." That settled it. And the 

 pictures of these children have been in almost every paper in the 

 United States, in the Boston, Springfield, New York, Chicago 

 and the Western papers, and I answered a postal card only a 

 day or two ago for the little fellow from an ex-rebel soldier 

 from the State of Washington, asking him how under the sun 

 he managed to grow tomatoes. 



One little story more about my grandson. The loth of Octo- 

 ber our Society has an exhibition similar to this. It only lasts 

 one day. At noon time we have dinner. Our old president, 

 now deceased, was always partial to being hospitable and having 

 a dinner to which he could invite his friends and have a little 

 speaking after dinner. It would be very much such an affair 

 probably as you are going to have tonight. At breakfast time 

 I said to the little fellow, "Now Stanley, if you are a good boy 

 you can come down with your mother and have dinner with 

 grandpa at the hall today." He says "All right." A little 

 while after I had gone away he said to his mother "I am going 

 over in the garden and get some things to exhibit." Now it 

 was too late to get anything. There was some little bits of beets 

 that weren't larger than a quarter of a dollar, perhaps not as 

 large as that. He pulled up a few of them. They were not 

 worth pulling up. And he found a cucumber turned yellow, 

 and he found some beans that the wet hadn't entirely spoiled. 



