42 MARY'S GARDEN AND HOW IT GREW 



"Yes, yes; now we mark out the border." He 

 scrutinized, the under-gardener a moment. "Two 

 feet will be wide enough for you to reach, little one. 

 Can you find another of the stakes I brought, and 

 we will mark it for the good John." 



"Let me do it this time ! " coaxed the under- 

 gardener. 



"Very well ; you shall drive the stakes, but we 

 better let the old Peter measure so. Two feet 

 from the side and two feet from the back. Now we 

 will tie the string to one stake and pull it tight to 

 the other, so that the good John" 



"Will trip?" suggested the under-gardener. 

 "What fun ! " 



"No, no! What a thought for a good child to 

 have! So that the good John will cut the turf 

 straight." 



"Where do I be after puttin' the manure, sor?" 

 called the big Irishman who was wheeling his bar- 

 row toward the prospective garden. 



"He may put it in the papa's garden, you think? " 

 asked Mr. Trommel of his assistant. 



"Oh, yes," said Mary. 



"Come, then, John, and see where you must dig," 

 said Mr. Trommel, as the wheelbarrow was emptied 



