"Will it ever be warm again?" she asked. "Will we ever have another garden?"
The Chief Gardener turned another page of his paper. Prue rocked his knee harder.
"I want it to be warm," she said. "I want it to be so we can plant flowers."
"And things," put in Davy, "nice things, to eat; pease and berries and radishes."
"Oh, Davy, you always want things to eat!" said the little girl. "We've just had our New Year's dinner!"
"But I'd be hungry again before the things grew, wouldn't I? And you like strawberries, too, and short-cake."
The Chief Gardener laid down his paper.
"What's all this about strawberry short-cake and morning-glories?" he asked.
"We want it to be warm," said Prue, "so we can have a garden, with pinks and pansies—"