"He means the grave yard," explained Ginevra. "Aaron, stop hitting your little brother."
"He's a-swipin' my seeds," complained Aaron.
"Well, stop it, both of you," said Launcelot decidedly, "or Miss Billy'll give you a bat in the eye."
The threat had the desired effect. Both of the little Levis subsided suddenly.
"You may take the seeds home and plant them yourselves," said Miss Billy. "There are nasturtiums and petunias to put into a bed and morning glories and flowering beans to train over porches. We'll all have gardens of our own."
"You've got a pretty yard," said Ginevra wistfully.
"It's getting green," responded Miss Billy. "The grass seed is all coming up over the bare spots. Now if you had a green lawn extending to ours, and that shabby old fence between us was down——"
"Why don't you pull it down?" inquired Launcelot.
"I know Mr. Schultzsky would never let me," said Miss Billy. "I wouldn't dare ask him. But it's so old and rotten that some day it will just fall down itself, and then we'll have a barberry hedge there, and the yard will begin to look like something."