'Why, eat them; I am sure none of us wants them.'
'Yes, but Ned, how can the cow have them if we sell them?'
'That, to be sure; but where can we put any more—the garden is full?'
'We can put one here, and another there, and there in those vacant spots; there will be room for one hundred heads and more.'
'Well, Jim; any thing more?'
'Yes, I've been thinking where we could plant some more potatoes.'
'There is no use of thinking about that, Jim; for when these cabbages are planted, every spot will be occupied; you don't think of digging up the walks, do you?'
'No, not exactly that, Ned; but there is that strip of turf, south of the path running to the barn; the grass is of no value, and if mother would let us take it, we might turn it over with our spades, and raise twenty bushels of potatoes there.'
'Any thing else, Jim?'
'That will do for to-day, won't it, Ned?'