"Then those two slender plants are sweet-pease on your side, and garden-pease on Davy's. I put two in each window, because I know that you love sweet-pease, while Davy is very fond of the vegetable kind."
"I'd like a whole bushel of sweet-pease!" said Prue.
"And I wish I had a bushel of eating pease!" said Davy, "and I know that's sweet corn in the middle of my window. I just love it!"
"Yes," said the Chief Gardener, "and a little pot of radishes on one side, and a pot of lettuce salad on the other. Do you think you like that, Davy?"
"Can't I have strawberries, instead of the salad?" asked Davy.
"Strawberries don't bear from seed the first season, and I can't remember any fruit that does, unless you call tomatoes fruit, and I don't think a tomato vine would be quite pleasant in the house. It doesn't always have a sweet odor."
"Oh, well, I can eat lettuce," said Davy. "I can eat anything that's good."
"What are in my other little pots?" asked Prue for the third or fourth time.
"Well, one is meant for a pot of pansies—"