“Are we ready now?” asked Eleanor as Billy piled the wheelbarrow high with vegetables.
“No, indeedy!” Mary Frances exclaimed. “Now, it’s my turn. Come on out into the front garden and help me gather my bouquets.”
“Let me see the order book, Billy, please?” she asked.
“Oh, yes, Doctor Hopewell wants roses, larkspurs, and baby’s breath; Mr. Courtley asked for sweet peas. As we have only the perennial kind which have no odor, I shall put a sprig of lemon verbena with them. Aren’t they beautiful?” as she began to gather them. “I just believe Mr. Courtley is going to give them to Miss Constance. Last Sunday she wore to church the bunch of tufted pansies he bought of me on Saturday.”
“Nell, you gather yellow flowers to-day. Isn’t that right, Mary Frances?”
He handed her a basket.
“In that,” Mary Frances nodded. “You’ll find scissors inside the play house door.”
Eleanor was soon cutting perennial sunflowers and coreopsis.
“Billy, get some blue flowers to put with the coreopsis?” Mary Frances called after a minute, and Billy began to cut some eupatorium.
“Isn’t this a charming bouquet!” exclaimed Eleanor as she arranged the blue and yellow flowers.