140 MARY'S GARDEN AND HOW IT GREW 



"Have I not seen three? Did you not say three!" 



"There were only three places to go to that you 

 did n't know," explained Mary. "Margaret's is one, 

 and Buddy's and Eleanor's is two, and now we are 

 going to see Mildred's and Donald's ; that 's three. 

 Mine and Haddie's you know, so they don't count." 



"I comprehend. It was the the arithmetic that 

 confused me. I did not multiply correctly." 



The Horticultural Club went two by two along the 

 path under the tall trees, which shaded but slightly. 

 The maple blossoms were strewn on the broad flagged 

 walk, leaving the winged seeds high up in the tree 

 behind them. 



Mary brought up the rear with Mr. Trommel. 

 "You have n't seen Mildred's garden," she said to 

 her companion ; " it 's very very interesting." 



"I doubt not it is a fine little garden, and Judge 

 Patterson's is very near. There is always much for 

 which one may be thankful, Liebchen." He fetched a 

 deep sigh. " It is good to have pleasures near," he 

 added hastily. 



"Not so bad," said Herr Trommel, surveying 

 Donald's little garden, "but I do not like the beds 

 built up, made higher than the paths ; the water runs 

 off, and also it is apt to wash the plants away that 



