“Oh, Eleanor, it is ready to eat! The very first thing from my garden. Let’s give it to Eleanor, Billy!”
“Indeed, no!” declared Eleanor. “I think, Mary Frances, you should have the very first of the crop!”
“I know what!” exclaimed Mary Frances. “I’ll cut it up into three pieces!”
“Augh, count me out!” exclaimed Billy. “I don’t want any! Besides, I guess there are several others nearly that size.”
“But no other first ones!” declared Mary Frances. “My, if the garden weren’t to be a surprise, I’d want to divide this with Mother and Father, too.”
“So would I!” exclaimed Eleanor.
“Well, if girls aren’t silly!” Billy looked almost disgusted. “If you want the radish, eat it up. The garden can’t be a secret much longer anyhow, for in a day or two you can pull a couple of bunches of radishes and several small heads of lettuce.”
“Oh, it seems too good to be true!” exclaimed Mary Frances, dancing around in joy at the thought.
“But,” said Eleanor, “surely your parents know you are gardening. Anybody with eyes could see that.”