The Bobbsey Twins in the Country

by Laura Lee Hope

  CHAPTER XI

  THE LITTLE GARDENERS

  When little Ned Prentice put the ten-dollar bill in his mother's hand,on that pleasant Fourth of July evening, he felt like a man. His mothercould hardly believe the story of Ned's getting the money just forfinding a balloon, but when it was explained how valuable the balloonwas, and how it sometimes takes days of searching in the woods to findone after the balloonist lets go and drops down with his parachute, shewas finally convinced that the money rightfully belonged to Ned.

  "No one needs it more than I do," Mrs. Prentice told Mr. Bobbsey, whohad brought Ned home in the wagon, "for since the baby was sick we havehardly been able to meet our bills, it cost so much for medicine."

  "We were all glad when Ned got there first,"

  Harry said politely, "because we knew he deserved the reward most."

  As Ned was a poor boy, and had to work on farms during vacation, hisfather being dead and only one brother being old enough to go to work,the reward turned out a great blessing, for ten dollars is a good dealof money for a little boy to earn at one time.

  "Be sure to come up to our fireworks tonight," Harry called, as theydrove away, and Ned promptly accepted the invitation.

  "It has certainly been a great Fourth of July!" Uncle Daniel exclaimed,later in the evening when the children fired off their Roman candlesand sky rockets and burned the red fire. The little children hadbeautiful pinwheels and "nigger chasers" that they put off on theporch. Then Nan had a big fire balloon that she sent up, and theywatched it until it was out of sight, away over the pond and clear outof Meadow Brook.

  It was a very tired lot of children that rolled off to sleep thatnight, for indeed it had been a great day for them all.

  For a few days after the Fourth it rained, as it always does, onaccount of all the noise that goes up in the air to shake the clouds.

  "You can play in the coach house," Aunt Sarah told the children, "butbe careful not to run in and out and get wet." The children promisedto remember, and soon they were all out in the big wagon house playingmerrily. Freddie climbed in the wagon and made believe it was a "bigfire engine." Bert attached a bell on the side for him, and when hepulled a rope this bell would clang like a chemical apparatus. Nan andFlossie had all their dolls in the pretty new carriage with the softgray cushions, and in this the little girls made believe driving to NewYork and doing some wonderful shopping.

  "Freddie, you be coachman," coaxed Flossie, "because we are inside andhave to have someone drive us."

  "But who will put out all the fires?" Freddie asked, as he clanged thebell vigorously.

  "Make b'lieve they are all out," Flossie told him.

  "But you can't make b'lieve about fires," argued the little fellow,"'cause they're really."

  "I tell you," Nan suggested. "We will suppose this is a great big hightally-ho party, and the ladies always drive them. I'll be away up highon the box, but we ought to have someone blow a horn!"

  "I'll blow the horn," Freddie finally gave in, "cause I got that bigfire out now."

  So Freddie climbed up on the high coach with his sisters, and blew thehorn until Nan told them they had reached New York and were going tostop for dinner.

  There were so many splendid things to play with in the coach house,tables, chairs, and everything, that the Bobbseys hardly knew it beforeit was lunch time, the morning passed so quickly.

  It cleared up in the afternoon and John asked the children if theywanted to help him do some transplanting.

  "Oh! we would love to," Nan answered, for she did love gardening.

  The ground was just right for transplanting, after the rain, and thetender little lettuce plants were as easy to take up as they were toput down again.

  "I say, Nan," John told her, "you can have that little patch over therefor your garden. I'll give you a couple of dozen plants, and we willsee what kind of a farmer you will make."

  "Oh, thank you, John," Nan answered. "I'll do just as I have seen youdoing," and she began to take the little plants in the pasteboard boxfrom one bed to the other.

  "Be careful not to shake the dirt off the roots," said John, "and besure to put one plant in each place. Put them as far apart here as thelength of this little stick, and when you put them in the ground pressthe earth firmly around the roots."

  Flossie was delighted to help her sister, and the two girls made a verynice garden indeed.

  "Let's put little stones around the path," Flossie suggested, and Johnsaid they could do this if they would be careful not to let the stonesget on the garden.

  "I want to be a planter too," called Freddie, running up the path toJohn. "But I want to plant radishes," he continued, "'cause they're thereddist."

  "Well, you just wait a few minutes, sonny," said John, "and I'll showyou how to plant radishes. I'll be through with this lettuce in a fewminutes."

  Freddie waited with some impatience, running first to Nan's garden thenback to John's. Finally John was ready to put in a late crop ofradishes.

  "Now, you see, we make a long drill like this," John explained as hetook the drill and made a furrow in the soft ground.

  "If it rains again that will be a river," said Freddie, for he hadoften played river at home after a rain.

  "Now, you see this seed is very fine," continued John. "But I am goingto let you plant it if you're careful."

  "That ain't redishes!" exclaimed Freddie "I want to plant redishes."

  "But this is the seed, and that's what makes the radishes," Johnexplained.

  "Nope, that's black and it can't make it red?" argued Freddie.

  "Wait and see," the gardener told him. "You just take this little paperof seeds and scatter them in the drill. See, I have mixed them withsand so they will not grow too thick."

  Freddie took the small package, and kneeling down on the board thatJohn 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 justcover the seed very lightly like mamma covers Freddie when he sleeps inthe 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 haveto wake up first. You will see them above the ground in about a week, Iguess."

  This was rather a disappointment to the little fellow, who neverbelieved in waiting for anything, but he finally consented to let theseeds 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 lettucepatch. "Now, you'll have to keep it clear of weeds, and if a dry spellshould come you must use the watering can."

  "I'll come up and tend to it every morning," Nan declared. "I am goingto 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 andloved 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 everybodyset 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 thewell, and out in the barn, and over to the apple orcha
rd, and feedingthe chickens, and over in the hayfield,--and lots of places."

  "Then it will be like looking for a needle in a haystack," declaredAunt 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 feltvery 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 theyare 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 forradishes. Then he gave up and declared he knew John had made a mistakeand that he didn't plant radishes at all. Nan and Flossie were veryfaithful attending to their garden, and the beautiful light greenlettuce grew splendidly, being grateful for the good care given it.

  "When can we pick it?" Nan asked John, as the leaves were getting quitethick.

  "In another week!" he told the girls, and so they continued to watchfor weeds and kept the ground soft around the plants as John had toldthem.

  Freddie's radishes were above ground now, and growing nicely, but theythought it best not to tell him, as he might pull them up too soon. Nanand Flossie weeded his garden as well as their own and showed theyloved to see things grow, for they did not mind the work of attendingto them.

  "Papa will come up from Lakeport to-night," Nan told Flossie; "andwon't he be pleased to see our gardens!"

  That evening when Mr. Bobbsey arrived the first thing he had to do wasto visit the garden.

  "Why, I declare!" he exclaimed in real surprise. "You have donesplendidly. 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'swork.

  "Oh!" screamed Freddie from the other side of the garden. "See myredishes! They growed!" and before anyone could stop him he pulled up awhole handful of the little green leaves with the tiny red balls on theroots.

  "They growed! They growed!" he shouted, dancing around in delight.

  "But you must only pick the ripe ones," his father told him. "And didyou really plant them?" Mr. Bobbsey asked in surprise.

  "Yep! John showed me," he declared, and the girls said that was reallyFreddie's garden.

  "Now I'll tell you," Aunt Sarah remarked. "We will let our littlefarmers pick their vegetables for dinner, and then we will be able tosay 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 hispatch. Finally enough were gathered, and down to the kitchen thevegetables were carried.

  "You will have to prepare them for the table," Mrs. Bobbsey said. "Letus see, girls, what a pretty dish you can make."

  This was a pleasant task to Nan and Flossie, who both always loved toplay at housekeeping, and when at last Nan brought the dish in to thedinner table everybody said how pretty it looked.

  "Them's my redishes!" exclaimed Freddie, as he saw the pretty brightred 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 smotheredin that big dish of green stuff," he pouted.

  "Now, Nan, you can serve your vegetables," Aunt Sarah said, and thenNan very neatly put a few crisp lettuce leaves on each small plate, andat 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!" Nanexclaimed, justly proud of her success at gardening.

  "I done the radishes," put in Freddie, gulping down a drink of water towash 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 youimportant lessons in nature."

  The girls declared they were going to keep a garden all summer, and sothey did.

  It was an unusually warm night, and so nearly all the doors were leftopen when the folks went to bed. Freddie was so worked up over hissuccess as a gardener he could not go to sleep.

  At last he dozed off, but presently he awoke with a start. What wasthat strange sound ringing in his ears? He sat up and listened.

  Yes, somebody must surely be playing the piano. But what funny music!It seemed to come in funny runs and curious thumps. He called outsharply, and his mother came at once to his side.

  "I heard piano-playing," said Freddie, and Mrs. Bobbsey started, forshe remembered how Flossie had once told her the same thing.

  "Oh, Freddie, are you sure?" she asked.

  "Sure," repeated the little fellow. "But it wasn't very good playing."

  Mrs. Bobbsey called Uncle Daniel, and the latter lit a lamp and wentbelow into the parlor. Nobody was at the piano or in the room.

  "I've made a careful examination," he said, on coming back. "I can seenothing unusual. Some of the children left a piece of cake on the keysof the piano, that's all."

  "Well, cake can't play," put in Freddie. "Maybe it was a ghost."

  "No, you must have been dreaming," said his mother. "Come, go tosleep," and presently Freddie dropped off. Mrs. Bobbsey was muchworried, and the next day the older folks talked the matter over; butnothing came of it.