"Then it's the secret!" exclaimed Mary Jane, dancing around. "It's the secret! I know it is! Grandmother! Let's hurry quick and do our work so we can go."
"You put on your sun hat and go this very minute," exclaimed Grandmother. "You've been such a good little helper—I guess I can get along alone one day."
So in about one minute Mary Jane had her sun hat from upstairs and was going out the back door with her grandfather.
They went out past the tool house and past the chicken yard and up to the garden.
"No, Bob," said Grandfather as Bob tried to push in through the garden gate with them, "we don't need you here. G'on back to the house!" And Bob turned obediently and ran back.
"Isn't he the nicest dog!" explained Mary Jane, as they went along. And then she stopped right short and couldn't say another word. For right there in front of her, just as plain as day as though it had been growing a whole spring, was her own garden! Yes, her very own garden! With the nasturtiums in front and the marigolds next and the young lettuce in the back. Mary Jane could hardly believe her eyes!
"Why—but—how—I thought gardens stayed in one town!" she finally exclaimed.
"They do usually," said Grandfather and his eyes twinkled with pleasure over her surprise, "usually they do."
"But my garden didn't," stammered Mary Jane. "Did it come on a train like I did?"
"No," laughed Grandfather; "guess again."