But the sentence is not finished : it is useless to finish that sort of a sentence in this delicious weather. Besides, conversation is dangerous. As, for instance, towards evening I am preparing a bed for a sowing of turnips,—not that I like turnips in the least; but this is the season to sow them. Polly comes out, and extemporizes her usual seat to "consult me" about matters while I work. I well know that something is coming.
"This is a rotation of crops, is n't it?"
"Yes: I have rotated the gone-to-seed lettuce off, and expect to rotate the turnips in; it is a political fashion."
"Is n't it a shame that the tomatoes are all getting ripe at once? What a lot of squashes! I wish we had an oyster-bed. Do you want me to help you any more than I am helping?"
"No, I thank you." (I wonder what all this is about?)
"Don't you think we could sell some strawberries next year?"
"By all means, sell anything. We shall no doubt get rich out of this acre."
"Don't be foolish."
And now!
"Don't you think it would be nice to have a?"….