CHAPTER XXX 



MAKING A COMPOST HEAP 

 [November] 



' T 'M very much troubled, Mr. Trommel," said the 

 J- under-gardener, coming into the greenhouse one 

 Saturday morning. 



Mr. Trommel was arranging the pots on the green- 

 house bench. He looked up. "And what is the 

 trouble, Liebchen f Is it something wrong that you 

 have done, or is it something wrong you wish to do 

 and have not done ? " 



The under-gardener sighed deeply. "Mother 

 won't let me have a compost heap in the yard," she 

 said. 



"What!" exclaimed Mr. Trommel, in astonish- 

 ment. 



"She won't," repeated Mary, sadly ; "and I told 

 her it was very important, and how'good it would be 

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