"And pease—" began Davy.
"And a short-cake tree," put in the Chief Gardener, "with nice short-cakes covered with whipped cream, hanging on all the branches. That would suit you, wouldn't it, Davy boy?"
The very thought of a tree like that made Davy silent with joy; but Prue still rocked the knee and talked.
"When will it be warm? When can we have a garden?" she kept asking.
"It is warm, now, in this room," said the Chief Gardener, "and you may begin your garden right away, if you like."
The children looked at him, not knowing just what he meant.
"In the window," he went on. "There are two, side by side. They are a part of the garden, you know, for we always see the garden through them, in summer. You remember, we said last year they were like frames for it. Now, suppose we really put a little piece of garden in the windows."
Prue was already dancing.
"Oh, yes! And I'll have pansies, and roses, and hollyhocks, and pinks, and morning-glories, and—"
"And I'll have peaches, and apples, and strawberries, and pease—"