CHAPTER X 



PLANTING 



[May] 



T^HEKE is no time to be lost on a warm May 

 morning. So Mary thought, and she was busily 

 at work in the little garden. A fat robin seemed of 

 much the same opinion 5 he also was examining the 

 ground attentively, but with an eye to breakfast. 



"I suppose he 'd like to taste my sweet peas, even 

 if they are n't cooked," thought Mary, as she poked 

 drills into the ground with a chubby forefinger, care- 

 fully measuring the distances with the beloved 

 clothes-pin. 



It was no light matter to plant seeds without Mr. 

 Trommel to say, "Yes, yes, that is right," and the 

 white sunbonnet bent assiduously over the flower-bed, 

 for the under-gardener must reach over the poppies 

 in front to make the drills at the back of the bed by 

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