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anybody says, l How 's your little girl getting along ? ' 

 and you would n't say, ' Why, Mary, I 'm surprised ! ' 

 if Margaret pushed the door back at the morning ex- 

 ercises instead of me ? " 



"I think I could stand it, Mary," he said. 



The under-gardener drew a sigh of relief. "Well," 

 she said, "I 'm not going to the bottom of the class 

 that would be awful ! But maybe I won't care so 

 much if I 'm four or five from the best mark instead 

 of having just Donald ahead of me. He has a garden, 

 too. 



"Oh, and what do you think we 're going to have ? 

 I did n't tell you, father." 



"Can't imagine," answered Mr. Maxwell. 



"We-ell," she began, "we 're going to have a 

 gardening club, and nobody 's to be in it 'cept they 

 have a garden they made themselves ; and Miss 

 Bronson 's going to help us start, but she is n't going 

 to be in it, because she has n't a garden ; and it 's go- 

 ing to be this afternoon at Margaret's, at the Juvenile 

 Bug Association place." 



"Juvenile Bug Association?" repeated Mr. Max- 

 well. "Oh, yes, I remember. It hibernated, I sup- 

 pose, and has waked up in this form is that it?" 



"There 's the room now ; you can see," said Mary, 



