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Lackland provides frames and glass for the early 

 salads he covets so much, and Patrick, with the fresh 

 sweepings of the stables, has presently a bed all 

 a-steam. At the mere sight of it the Lacklands regale 

 themselves with thoughts of crisp radishes, and the 

 mammoth purple fruit of the egg-plants. The seeds 

 are all put in early cabbage, cauliflower, peppers, 

 radishes under the same frame by the judicious 

 O'Donohue. The cabbages and the radishes come 

 forward with a jump. Their expedition forms a 

 pleasant theme for the physiological meditation of 

 Lackland. He is delighted with the stable manure, 

 with the cabbage seed, and with the O'Donohue. He 

 is inclined to think disrespectfully of the seed of 

 peppers and of egg plants in the comparison. But 

 the bland O'Donohue says, " We must give 'em a little 

 more hate." 



And after some three or four days, Lackland is 

 stupefied, on one of his visits to his hot bed, to find 

 all his fine radishes and cabbages fairly wilted away ; 

 there is nothing left of them but a few sun-blackened 

 stumps ; the peppers and egg-plants show no signs of 

 germination. 



" What does all this mean ? " says Lackland ; 

 " the cabbages are dead, Patrick." 



" Yis, sir it's the hate, sir. The sun is very strong 

 here, sir ; we must give 'em a little more air, sir." 



