“Cousin Mayo, look at the bean rows I am laying off,� called Patsy.
“Really and truly, Cousin Mayo,� said Anne, “don’t you think it’s good for us to have a garden?�
“Truly and really, my dear,� he said, “I think it’s splendid. You are helping—and how much the willing, diligent children all over the land can help!—in America’s work of saving the world from starving. The fighters can’t farm, so we must feed the armies; and we have the people of France and Belgium on our hearts and hands; and there are the U-boats—we must have food enough to send another shipload for every one they sink. It’s a big job.�
“We gardeners will do our part. I’m going to help when I come back in June,� said Anne.
“She’s helping while she’s away, Cousin Mayo,� said Patsy. “She suggested our having a garden. And her Happy Acres, all except the flower part, is to be put in corn. Our Canning Club is going to can corn and butterbeans and tomatoes together, to make Brunswick stew. Cousin Agnes says we can surely sell all we put up.�
“The girls think pie of their old Canning Club,� said David, jealously. “We boys are doing real work in our Corn Club, and we are going to have a real garden; not dawdle around, like a parcel of girls.�
“Come, come!� chided Mr. Osborne. “You are working for the same cause. You are in friendly camps, not hostile ones. By the way, what are their names?�
“Names? They haven’t any,� said Patsy.
“Pshaw! They must have names; of course they must. Camp Feed Friend, isn’t that a good name for yours, Patsy? And the boys’ plot can be Camp Fight Foe.�
“All right,� said David; then he laughed. “Maybe the girls will raise enough to feed Friend Humming Bird!�