“How do you know?”
“I just believe it.”
“Well, you don’t know, and I think it is just as good to believe it will grow to be a beautiful flower.”
“I wouldn’t count on that,” Jerry said.
“Why not?”
“’Cause.”
“But just maybe,” Cassy insisted pleadingly. “Why couldn’t it? I don’t see why not.”
“’Cause,” repeated Jerry, “I never saw no flowers growing in this back yard.”
“But Mrs. Boyle has some right next door, and oh, Jerry, Mrs. Schaff across the street has some great big lovely red ones. Please let’s hope this will be a flower.”
“Well,” replied Jerry, doubtfully, “I’ll pretend, but if it isn’t, you mustn’t say: Now, Jerry, what made you let me believe in it?”