22 MARY'S 'GARDEN AND HOW IT GREW 



Mary looked a bit depressed. 



"Perhaps you would like to plant some in a box 

 at home, and let them grow in a window, if you are 

 in so great haste," suggested Mr. Trommel. 



But the assistant still looked troubled. "I was 

 going to plant some in the house," she said. "I got 

 a box and fixed the soil just as we did yesterday. I 

 could n't dig up any in the yard, but there was a 

 flower-pot in the house, and the plant was all dead, 

 so I took that. 



"Your sieve must be different from ours, Mr. Trom- 

 mel ; I tried the sieve from the flour-barrel, and 

 - the dirt would n't go through it ; but the colander 

 worked nicely ; and I was getting the bdx filled just 

 like these, but Norah came in and made an awful 

 fuss because, she said, I got her sieve all dirty, and 

 she opened the window and threw out all the nice 

 sifted earth ! " 



Mr. Trommel shook his head sympathetically. 



"She was real cross," went on the under-gardener. 

 "I '11 tell you just what she said. ' Planting gardens 

 is it 1 ?' that 's what she said 'It 's just mussing in 

 the dirt that all childer be after, and old Trommel 

 should be transported for putting you up to it' 

 that % 's just what she said. What 's 'transported,' 



