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the garden will be all right for a week? The sweet 

 peas and the poppies have gotten up, you know, and 

 they 're growing ! I thought of asking Norah to 

 water them for me, but she might take a pail of 

 water out to my garden and put it on with the mop ! 

 Do you think it is safe to go ? " 



Mr. Trommel laughed. "The little things may be 

 lonesome, but they will not suffer j there are dew and 

 rain, you know. Lieber Gott does not leave every- 

 thing to you and me, or there would not be many 

 pretty flowers in the world. Besides, the old Peter 

 will sometimes take a look at the little garden." 



"Would you truly, Mr. Trommel?" 



"Truly," smiled the old man. " I sit here after 

 supper, smoking my pipe ; it will not hurt to stretch 

 the old legs and cross the street and look over the 

 fence. No." 



"It would it would be such a relief! " said Mary. 



"It is a very small thing to do for a very particu- 

 lar friend," declared the old gardener, with a precise 

 little bow, as he bade his fellow-worker good-by. 

 "Take good care of the Herr Papa, little one ! " he 

 called, as the small figure reached the door. 



The next day Mr. Trommel stood in the garden 

 inclosure in the Maxwells' yard, wherein the 



