“Nothing much,” returned Jerry, “at least, you see—you know me and my sister were here looking at your garden yesterday.”
“Yes, I remember now. Well?”
“And you know—” Jerry went on to tell his story of the broken plant, concluding with: “so I thought some time, you know, you might have an extra plant, just a little bit of a one, that you wouldn’t miss, and if you’d sell it cheap, I’d work it out, the pay, I mean. I could help to wheel that sand, you know.”
The man’s face broke into a smile.
“All right, sonny; it’s a bargain. I must go home now, but you come around Monday, and sister shall get a plant.”
“Shall I come to this gate?” asked Jerry eagerly. “When?”
“No, not here; round at the other side. We don’t often open this gate, only to take in loads of dirt and such, and when I am late I go out this way. You go all the way around to the other side and you’ll see an iron railing; there’s another gate there; go in and knock at the back door and say you want to see John McClure. Come about twelve o’clock and bring sissy.” He nodded and passed on, leaving Jerry in a state of extreme satisfaction, and ready to make for home with scurrying legs and a large appetite.
IN THE GARDEN
CHAPTER II
IN THE GARDEN
“Where have you been all day?” Cassy asked as Jerry came blundering in.