"THE MORNING-GLORIES HAD BLOOMED AND ALREADY HAD SEED-PODS"
"Just in time for my birthday," said big Prue, who had been an April baby a long time ago.
"It's ever so long till my birthday," said little Prue, rather sadly. "I don't think we'll have anything left by August."
"Oh, but I'll have a fine garden outside by then," said the Chief Gardener, "and you will, too. I'll have radishes and lettuce now before you know it;" for in spite of the cold snow and freeze, the Chief Gardener's first planting had sprouted fairly well, and was rapidly filling his first two little beds.
"Papa, you haven't told us a word about my nasturtiums yet, and they're so lovely. Not a single story or anything, nor about their family relations, or where they came from—not a thing."
"Well, that's so," said the Chief Gardener, "perhaps because I wanted to make a family affair of it. You see, Davy's radish is a sort of a name-cousin of your nasturtium, and I've been thinking that when I told about one I'd tell of the other, too, and that I'd call the story