READY FOR BULB-PLANTING S51 
I thought that perhaps he would be scolded for 
the reckless picking he had done, quite as much 
as if he were Ben or Harry. 
We talked about his going back to college and 
how near the time was when Joseph would have 
to go to school. 
“I shall run back for Thanksgiving,” he said, 
“and then, you know, I shall be down again at 
Christmas-time.” 
“But,” I said, “there will then be no garden at 
the Six Spruces for you to come and see.” 
“I may drop In then,” he replied, “just to see 
you and Little Joseph.” 
“We shall be shut up In the library,” I told him, 
“but. If there Is a log fire, it may not seem dull.” 
“No,” he said, “it will not seem at all dull to 
me.” 
As usual, It was hard work getting Joseph to 
realise that the time had come to stop playing ten- 
nis. I was eager to reach home before my flowers 
faded. He came at length, and we hastened along, 
as it had begun to sprinkle slightly. 
“That will be my last game of tennis for some 
time,” Little Joseph said later. “From now on, 
until the garden Is made ready for winter, I shall 
have as much work here every day as I can man- 
age.” 
So again I was made sure that Joseph would not 
forsake the garden. 
