They all admired it, but they voted the pink roses, and larkspur, and baby’s breath the most beautiful of all.
“Now, we’re ready to start!” Billy led off with the wheelbarrow, the girls following with baskets of the herbs and flowers.
“Have you planned to do anything special with the money, Mary Frances?” asked Eleanor.
“Well, for one thing, I shall save a good deal for seeds and plants in the Spring, and Billy says we’ll plant bulbs in the Fall. That will cost quite a little.”
“And we’re planning to make a hotbed and a cold frame,” broke in Billy, who overheard.
“And when we started gardening I borrowed quite a little sum for seeds from my savings account—with Mother’s permission. I have to put that back,” Mary Frances added.
“Money, like all good things,” Billy looked wise, “should be taken care of!”
“Oh, you miser, Billy!” Mary Frances playfully shook her finger.
“Isn’t it strange what funny ideas some people have of how things grow?” remarked Billy. “A city chap at school told me he had always thought that cabbages grew on vines and potatoes were picked off bushes!”
“Well, if he never saw them growing, how could he know?” Mary Frances reasoned after they stopped laughing.