The Chief Gardener looked with care.
"Yes," he said, "it is really a bud, and quite a large one, too. It begins to show the color. It's going to be a purple one, I believe."
Prue was fairly wild with excitement.
DAVY'S POT OF RADISHES
"Oh, may I pick it to-morrow for Davy's birthday?" she asked.
"I don't believe I would, Prue. It won't be open for a week or more, perhaps. I would wait until it opens."
So Davy's birthday came and passed without flowers from their garden, but they did have radishes, two of them, and these were cut in two and divided around so that each had quite a nice taste, and a leaf of salad, too. The radishes were nearly as big as marbles, little marbles, of course, and very red and beautiful, and Prue put her pansy-pot on the table, and showed the bud, with its purple tip, every time Davy made any mention of his radishes or his lettuce, and with a big cake and other good things they had a very happy time indeed.
But now things began to happen in real earnest. The pansy bloomed—a big velvety, purple bloom, and then there was a yellow bud and a yellow bloom with a purple spot in the center. Little Prue was simply too happy to keep still, and danced in front of her garden almost from morning until night.