40 MABY'S GAKDEN AND HOW IT GREW 



Trommel?" asked Mary's father, as the three stood 

 surveying the back yard. "Which side is the 

 better?" 



"Um-m-m ! " said Mr. Trommel, reflectively. "She 

 better have this corner. The tall fence will keep 

 off the wind on the north, and the fence at the side 

 will keep off the wind from the west. And if she 

 have half, you say ? That will be about fifteen feet 

 wide and twenty feet long ; that should be garden 

 enough." 



"To here, then," said Mr. Maxwell, driving a 

 stake at a safe distance from Norah's clothes-poles ; 

 "that ought to be a large enough garden to keep 

 you out of mischief, Mary, especially if you are in- 

 closed in wire netting." 



"There 's going to be a gate, is n't there, Mr. 

 Trommel ? " appealed Mary. 



"Certainly, there will be a fine little gate," 

 affirmed he. 



"I suppose you '11 need some fertilizer here, Mr. 

 Trommel?" said Mary's father. "I told John 

 Quinlan to bring two wheelbarrowfuls. He is com- 

 ing to do the digging. Will that be enough ? " 



"This soil is not so bad," said Mr. Trommel, 

 poking it judicially with his stick j "two barrows 



