CHAPTER XXVI 



SETTING OUT BULBS 

 [October] 



HERR TROMMEL beamed approvingly on the 

 freshly spaded bed in Mary's little garden. 

 "That is right," he said. "The time to make a gar- 

 den is the year before." 



He looked around in silence for a moment. "But 

 you have dug up your privet also ! " 



Mary nodded. "Guess what I ? ve done with 

 them? " she asked with an air of importance. 



Herr Trommel shook his head. 



"Sold them," said Mary, impressively; "three 

 dollars a hundred, because they are only one-year 

 plants." 



Mr. Trommel looked at her with admiration. 

 "Are you in business already? " he asked. 



"No," said the under-gardener, modestly, "not 

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