told him. “You just take this little paper of seeds and scatter them in the drill. See, I have mixed them with sand so they will not grow too thick.”
Freddie took the small package, and kneeling down on the board that John used, he dropped the little shower of seeds in the line.
“They’re all gone!” he told John presently; “get some more.”
“No, that’s enough. Now we will see how your crop grows. See, I just cover the seed very lightly like mamma covers Freddie when he sleeps in the summer time.”
“Do you cover them more in the winter time too, like mamma does?” Freddie asked.
“Yes, indeed I do,” said the gardener, “for seeds are just like babies, they must be kept warm to grow.”
Freddie stood watching the line he had planted the seed in.
“They ain’t growing yet,” he said at last. “Why don’t they come up, John?”
“Oh!” laughed the gardener, “they won’t come up right away. They have to wake up first. You will see them above the ground in about a week, I guess.”
This was rather a disappointment to the little fellow, who never believed in waiting for anything, but he finally consented to let the seeds grow and come back again later to pick the radishes.
“Look at our garden!” called Nan proudly, from across the path. “Doesn’t it look straight and pretty?”
“You did very well indeed,” said John, inspecting the new lettuce patch. “Now, you’ll have to keep it clear of weeds, and if a dry spell should come you must use the watering can.”
“I’ll come up and tend to it every morning,” Nan declared. “I am going to see what kind of lettuce I can raise.”
Nan had brought with her a beautiful string of pearl beads set in gold, the gift of one of her aunts. She was very proud of the pearls and loved to wear them whenever her mother would let her.
One afternoon she came to her mother in bitter tears.
“Oh, mamma!” she sobbed. “The the pearls are gone,”
“Gone! Did you lose them?” questioned Mrs. Bobbsey quickly.
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“I—I don’t know,” and now Nan cried harder than ever.
The news soon spread that the string of pearls were lost, and everybody set to work hunting for them.
“Where do you think you lost ’em?” asked Bert.
“I—I don’t know. I was down in the garden, and up the lane, and at the well, and out in the barn, and over to the apple orchard, and feeding the chickens, and over in the hayfield,—and lots of places.”
“Then it will be like looking for a needle in a haystack,” declared Aunt Sarah.
All the next day the boys and girls hunted for the string of pearls, and the older folks helped. But the string could not be found. Nan felt very bad over her loss, and her mother could do little to console her.
“I—I sup—suppose I’ll never see them again,” sobbed the girl.
“Oh, I guess they’ll turn up some time,” said Bert hopefully.
“They can’t be lost so very, very bad,” lisped Flossie. “’Cause they are somewhere on this farm, ain’t they?”
“Yes, but the farm is so very big!” sighed poor Nan.
For a few days Freddie went up to the garden every morning to look for radishes. Then he gave up and declared he knew John had made a mistake and that he didn’t plant radishes at all. Nan and Flossie were very faithful attending to their garden, and the beautiful light green lettuce grew splendidly, being grateful for the good care given it.
“When can we pick it?” Nan asked John, as the leaves were getting quite thick.
“In another week!” he told the girls, and so they continued to watch for weeds and kept the ground soft around the plants as John had told them.
Freddie’s radishes were above ground now, and growing nicely, but they thought it best not to tell him, as he might pull them up too soon. Nan and Flossie weeded his garden as well as their own and showed they loved to see things grow, for they did not mind the work of attending to them.
“Papa will come up from Lakeport tonight,” Nan told Flossie; “and won’t he be pleased to see our gardens!”
That evening when Mr. Bobbsey arrived the first thing he had to do was to visit the garden.
“Why, I declare!” he exclaimed in real surprise. “You have done splendidly. This is a fine lettuce patch.”
Mrs. Bobbsey and Aunt Sarah had also come up to see the girls’ garden, and they too were much surprised at the result of Nan’s and Flossie’s work.
“Oh!” screamed Freddie from the other side of the garden. “See my redishes! They growed!” and before anyone could stop him he pulled up a whole handful of the little green leaves with the tiny red balls on the roots.
“They growed! They growed!” he shouted, dancing around in delight.
“But you must only pick the ripe ones,” his father told him. “And did you really plant them?” Mr. Bobbsey asked in surprise.
“Yep! John showed me,” he declared, and the girls said that was really Freddie’s garden.
“Now I’ll tell you,” Aunt Sarah remarked. “We will let our little farmers pick their vegetables for dinner, and then we will be able to say just how good they are.”
At this the girls started in to pick the very biggest heads of lettuce, and Freddie looked carefully to get the very reddest radishes in his patch. Finally enough were gathered, and down to the kitchen the vegetables were carried.
“You will have to prepare them for the table,” Mrs. Bobbsey said. “Let us see, girls, what a pretty dish you can make.”
This was a pleasant task to Nan and Flossie, who both always loved to play at housekeeping, and when at last Nan brought the dish in to the dinner table everybody said how pretty it looked.
“Them’s my redishes!” exclaimed Freddie, as he saw the pretty bright red buttons peeping out from between the lettuce leaves.
“But we can all have some, can’t we, Freddie?” his father asked.
“Yes, ’course you can. But I don’t want all my good redishes smothered in that big dish of green stuff,” he pouted.
“Now, Nan, you can serve your vegetables,” Aunt Sarah said, and then Nan very neatly put a few crisp lettuce leaves on each small plate, and at the side she placed a few of Freddie’s radishes, “with handles on” as Dinah said, meaning the little green stalks.
“Just think, we’ve done it all from the garden to the table!” Nan exclaimed, justly proud of her success at gardening.
“I done the radishes,” put in Freddie, gulping down a drink of water to wash the bite off his tongue, for his radishes were quite hot.
“Well, you have certainly all done very nicely,” Mrs. Bobbsey said. “And that kind of play is like going to school, for it teaches you important lessons in nature.”
The girls declared they were going to keep a garden all summer, and so they did.
It was an unusually warm night, and so nearly all the doors were left open when the folks went to bed. Freddie was so worked up over his success as a gardener he could not go to sleep.
At last he dozed off, but presently he awoke with a start. What was that strange sound ringing in his ears? He sat up and listened.
Yes,