"I'll bring some nuts," added the Chief Gardener.
"And I'm afraid if you have all those things now, you won't care for tea afterwards," objected big Prue.
"Never mind tea," said Davy. "These are the very best things for a fire like this, and then if we don't want tea afterwards it'll save trouble."
So the pop-corn and apples and nuts were brought, and the little family gathered about the bright blaze.
THE APPLE IS A CALYX. THE PISTIL IS THE CORE INSIDE OF IT
"Just think," said Davy, "it's only a few months ago that I planted this corn, and saw it come up, just little green sprouts, and now it's ripe and in the popper."
"And just think," said his mother, "it's a little while ago that the apple-trees were all in bloom so sweet, and now the apples are ripe, and we have them here on a plate."
"I like to think about the summer," said little Prue. "It all seems so nice and shiny. It was hot, though, too, sometimes, in the garden."