“Come, boys,” he said, cheerily, “lend a hand. The garden must be made ready to plant.”
The others made no reply, Larry taking the shovel and following reluctantly.
“I’ve found a place easier to dig,” he said, finally, as Rob approached the place where he had begun digging.
Tom and Jerry were sulking in the background.
“I think this is the best place,” replied Rob to Larry, who had already started to a sandbank a few rods away. Upon reaching this place Larry began work, his shovel sinking its length into the light earth.
“Let’s see who can shovel the most,” said he.
“It will do no good to work there,” replied Rob, who could see that a crisis was at hand.
“I ain’t going to dig in that hard, rocky ground when there is sich easy stuff as this.”
“But nothing’ll grow there,” said Rob. “Dr. Menter said so.”
“I don’t keer what you nor Dr. Menter says, I reckon I’ll dig where I’m a mind to. Ye needn’t think, Rob Bayne, thet ye are going to boss me, fer ye ain’t, and the sooner ye know it the better.”