“Just brush a little of the earth away from that radish,” replied Billy, pointing to one of the largest plants.
“Oh, look!” cried Mary Frances, as she pulled the little red ball root, and held it up for admiration.
“Oh, Eleanor, it is ready to eat! The very first thing from my garden. Let’s give it to Eleanor, Billy!”
“Indeed, no!” declared Eleanor. “I think, Mary Frances, you should have the very first of the crop!”
“I know what!” exclaimed Mary Frances. “I’ll cut it up into three pieces!”
“Augh, count me out!” exclaimed Billy. “I don’t want any! Besides, I guess there are several others nearly that size.”
“But no other first ones!” declared Mary Frances. “My, if the garden weren’t to be a surprise, I’d want to divide this with Mother and Father, too.”
“Well, if girls aren’t silly!” Billy looked almost disgusted. “If you want the radish, eat it up. The garden can’t be a secret much longer anyhow, for in a day or two you can pull a couple of bunches of radishes and several small heads of lettuce.”
“Oh, it seems too good to be true!” exclaimed Mary Frances, dancing around in joy at the thought.
“But,” said Eleanor, “surely your parents know you are gardening. Anybody with eyes could see that.”
“Yes,” exclaimed Mary Frances, “they know we are doing some work near the play house, but I asked them not to try to find out anything about what we were doing, and they haven’t come near! They want to be surprised! I know they do!”
“But how did you get the money to buy the seeds and plants?” asked Eleanor.
“Mother gave me permission to use some money from my bank, and Billy loaned me some from the money he won as a prize in school. I have to pay that back.”
“When we sell some of the vegetables,” said Billy.
“You don’t wonder that I’m excited, do you, Eleanor?” cried Mary Frances.
“Indeed I don’t,” said Eleanor. “I wish Bob and I had just such a garden.”
“You can have,” said Billy; “I hope Bob will be able to make me a visit as soon as he has finished being ‘coached’ in his Latin!”
“That won’t be for some time,” replied Eleanor. “Meanwhile, I’ll try to learn all I can about gardening, and we’ll be ready to start in earnest next Spring.”
“Oh, won’t that be lovely!” cried Mary Frances. “I’m so glad you’re here to see our experiment. How soon did you say, Billy, we could take the radishes and lettuce to Mother?”