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“I suppose you will put them In with the English 
bulb-planter,” I said, “so as not to hurt the lawn.” 
“Naturally,” Joseph replied. “Planting bulbs 
In that way Is scarcely any work at all. I can 
manage to slip In about three dozen every half 
hour. I shall plant them below the grass-roots, 
probably between three and four inches deep, and. 
In places where they are apt to be touched by ma- 
nure, I shall put about them a handful of sand.” 
“So that Is the reason Timothy dumped that pile 
of sand by the side of the wood-border path,” I 
said, and Joseph nodded assent. 
“It was In the autumn,” I then reminded him, 
“that we were to buy our weeping willow tree. 
You said It should be set out at this time.” 
“Let us go after It now,” Joseph exclaimed 
eagerly. “We can drive to the nursery right 
away.” 
“The rain?” I said. 
“It Is only softening the ground for autumn 
work.” 
Mrs. Keith’s nephew, who works In the stable, 
harnessed our horse tO' the old rockaway wagon In 
which Aunt Amanda used to drive, while Joseph 
and I ran for our raincoats and galoshes. The 
curtains were down on every side of the wagon. 
Inside, it was as dry and comfortable as In a little 
house. When Mrs. Keith caught sight of us, we 
were settled on the front seat covered with the 
waterproof sheet, and Joseph was driving. 
