A BAG OF PEANUTS
Last summer Harry's parents took him with them on a visit to Virginia. Harry has always lived in New York City, and the country life of the South was very interesting to him.
They visited friends who live on a beautiful plantation, as the farms in the South are called. A driveway lined with grand old trees leads through the flower-studded lawn up to the retired manor house, whose wide verandas completely circle it round.
Beyond the house are the stables where work horses, driving horses, and saddle horses are kept; and beyond these is the pretty little boathouse, standing on the bank of a small river that winds its way through the plantation.
The morning after Harry arrived, his friend Bert asked him if he would like to go across the river to see the men harvest peanuts.
Now whenever Harry had wanted peanuts, he had always gone to a stand and bought a sack. He had never thought about where they came from. He had heard of shaking nuts from trees, so he supposed that they were going to the woods.
He was therefore much surprised when Bert took him to a field across the river where men were plowing vines from the ground.
"Do peanuts grow in the ground?" he asked.