THE STRA-WBERRY GARDEN. 193 



Kate was there, find, girl-like, said, " Ask somebody. 

 There must be a way, somehow." 



" No doubt. Lots of ways. 'Cording to the books 

 there's a dozen." 



"Let's take the easiest. Let me get the book, and 

 perhaps we can make it out by comparing it with the 

 vines." 



Kate procured from the house a work on the culture of 

 the grape, and began to study it carefully. 



"Bless me! I can't make anything of it. There are 

 all sorts of directions about cane-pruning, fan-pruning, 

 and a dozen other distracting things." 



" Let me see," said Johnny. " Are there not some pic- 

 tures ? They will help us more than any amount of read- 

 ing matter." 



"So they will. See!" 



Opening the book, Kate displayed two simple cuts. One 

 marked "fan-pruning," and one "spur-pruning." 



"That's him! Fan-pruning!" cried Kate. "Don't 

 you see that is the way the gardener did it 4 last year ? See, 

 there are the three sticks, these." And she pointed 

 to three, stout, radical arms, reaching from a common 

 root, and spreading in a fan-shape over the trellis that 

 was fastened to the fence. 



" I don't see 'em, Kate. The thing is one grand snarl 

 and jumble of crossing vines." 



" Yes. There they are- Don't you see they are bigger 



