"How mony do ye want?" said Malcom, with a quick eye to business.
"I shall leave that to you when you see my ground. Now see how I trust you, Mr. McTrump."
"An' ye'll not lose by it, though I would na like a' my coostomers to put me sae strictly on my honesty."
Edith spent the next hour in looking around the garden and greenhouses and watching the old man put out his plants.
"These plants are to be cooltivated after the hill seestem," he said. "They are to stand one foot apart in the row, and the rows two feet apart, and not a rooner or weed to grow on or near them, and it would do your bright eyes good to see the great red berries they'll bear."
"Shall I raise mine that way?" said Edith.
"Weel, ye might soom, but the narrow row coolture will be best for ye,
I'm thinkin'."
"What's that?"
"Weel, just let the plants run togither and make a thick close row a foot wide, an' two feet between the rows. That'll be the easiest for ye, but I'll show ye."
"I'm so glad I found you out!" said Edith, heartily; "and if you will let me, I want to come here often and see how you do everything, for to tell you the truth, between ourselves, we are poor, and may have to earn our living out of the garden, or some other way, and I would rather do it out of the garden."