“No wonder I couldn’t find you,” Billy commented. “Where do you think they’d better be planted, Father?”
“Not near a garden of cultivated flowers,” said his father.
“No,” Billy remarked, “for we learned that the cross-fertilization or a mixture of pollen might bring very poor flowers in the garden if wild ones were planted too near, and might also fill it up with weeds.”
“Down in this corner would be a good place, it seems to me,” said their father, leading the way.
“I’ll be with you as soon as I get my spade and fork,” called Billy.
Everybody helped, and the bed was soon planted.
“I know they’ll all grow for Jack——” Eleanor began.
Mary Frances pinched her arm, and Eleanor just caught herself in time.
“For Jack Frost will not get here soon enough to harm them,” finished Eleanor.