"To grow, to be sure."
"Will it grow?"
"Of course it will," replied Flora, with an important air. "See! water is in this jar, and soon this potato will sprout, send roots down and leaves up, and then—and then—it will just keep on growing, you know." And Flora felt sure that she had put quite an artistic finish to her description of potato culture.
"Oh, yes," cried her new acquaintance, with an intelligent light in her eyes; "I know very well what will happen then."
"What?" asked Flora, rather dubiously.
"Why, little sweet potatoes will grow on the roots, of course."
"I—I don't think they will," said Flora, hesitatingly, not being well versed on the subject.
"Yes; but they must—they always do," returned the girl, positively.
"Well, but there would be no room in the jar for potatoes to grow," said Flora.
"That's so." And the girl looked puzzled; then they both laughed, not knowing what else to do.