80 MAKY'S GAKDEN AND HOW IT GKEW 



to the fence. He put the little hood over the door, 

 too. Is n't it cunning? " 



She turned the wooden button and opened the 

 door. "See the hooks inside? That 's where I hang 

 my apron and my watering-pot. The shovel and 

 other things I just stand up." 



"Pretty nice," conceded the visitor ; "I 'm going 

 to make one like that for my garden, only mine 's 

 going to be bigger." 



"I like it littler ; it 's it 's more suitable," said 

 the under-gardener, with dignity, closing the door of 

 the small tool-house. 



"Those are my sweet peas," she explained, "the 

 ones coming up by the wire fence ; and in front of 

 them are ragged-sailors ; over there are the poppies ; 

 and I have marigolds and sunflowers by the gate, and 

 lots of things." 



"What 's in the middle?" asked the visitor. 



"A surprise," answered Mary. "Mr. Trommel is 

 making the surprise now ; it 's going to be made of 

 wire netting." 



"I know what it is, then," said the boy, trium- 

 phantly ; "it 's a bed of tulips, with a little fence of 

 wire around it. I 've seen those lots of times." 



But Mary only smiled mysteriously. "Just you 



