"Say!—You're good scouts, all right!" Sube exclaimed with unguarded admiration.
"What-all you got t'do?" inquired Gizzard.
"Well, you give this ol' mower a few shoves, Giz, and I'll show the other fellers what to do," responded Sube genially.
Gizzard seized the handles of the lawn-mower and assiduously applied himself to the task of depilating the lawn, while Stucky retired to the garden and began on hands and knees to thin the blushing beets to five inches, putting the thinnings into a basket for greens.
Biscuit followed Sube about whining repeatedly:
"What am I go'n'ta do? Sube, what am I go'n'ta do?"
"I don't know as you can do the only job that's left," Sube taunted with a triumphant gleam at the immaculate knickerbockers. "It's pretty pa'tic'lar work."
"I'll bet y'u I can do it! What is it?" cried the unsuspecting Biscuit. "Show it to me! I'll eat it alive!"
"Did you ever sprout any potatoes?" inquired Sube as he led the way to the cellar.
"No; but I'll bet y'u I can do it!"