138 MARY'S GARDEN AND HOW IT GKEW 



"This is mine," said Eleanor, leading the way to 

 the foot of the yard. "That 's Buddy's over there. 

 There 's just nasturtiums in mine." 



"That iswell," said Herr Trommel, affably. "Then 

 you shall be the specialist. You make the specialty 

 of nasturtiums." 



Eleanor looked pleased and smiled at the Horticul- 

 tural Club. "I'm going to have pansy plants by and by." 

 "The soil is not rich ; it is a little sandy. That 

 will not hurt the nasturtiums, but the pansies would 

 like more to eat. Sunflowers, 

 yes, and mignonette do not 

 mind eating little ; portu- 

 laca also would enjoy itself 

 here." 



"I asked father to buy 

 some manure for the gar- 

 dens Eleanor's and mine," 

 said Buddy ; "but he said the 

 gardens would n't amount to 

 anything and it was just 

 a waste of money. You 

 see," added Buddy, ruefully, 

 "we 've had a garden before." 



"Then this summer you must show the Herr Papa 



