Biscuit was a little awkward, but he managed to denude a large potato of its foliage and handed it to Sube for approval. Sube examined it very carefully.
"That's pretty fair," he admitted; "but you must clean 'em off good. Chuck 'em in there," he added as he tossed the potato into a bushel basket.
"How many you got to do?" inquired Biscuit, plunging briskly into his task.
"Six bushels," replied Sube, with anticipation of the day when he would be called upon to sprout potatoes on his own account. "And when the basket's full dump it over there in the corner. As soon as you get the six bushels done you come out and help Stucky with the beets. It's awful hot out there in the sun." And Sube withdrew, leaving Biscuit in sole possession of the musty cellar.
On returning to the lawn Sube found Gizzard busy with the clippers. "What! Got her all cut!" he cried delightedly.
"You bet y'u!" replied Gizzard. "And I'm pretty near through with the clippin', too."
"Well, I'll put the ol' mower away and stick up the net. Chuck the clippers in the barn as you go by. Dad always gets sore if we don't put the tools away."
He had just finished stretching the net when Stucky walked out on the court.
"You're not done already!" beamed Sube.
"You know it!" was Stucky's self-important reply.