“That’s right!” teased Billy. “Stand up for him.”
By that time they were in the heart of the village, and had very soon sold everything, for the village people had become accustomed to look for the children.
“Every vegetable you bring is so fresh that we wait to buy of you,” several said.
“Splendid luck to-day,” commented Billy, on the way home.
“Have you saved the things your mother ordered?” asked Eleanor.
“Of course,” answered Billy. “You don’t suppose we’d neglect one of our first and best paying customers.”
“Mother is a dear!” said Mary Frances. “So is Father! They must wonder why they haven’t been invited to see our gardens.”
“When are you going to ask them?” Eleanor inquired.
“Why, don’t you remember? When we give our garden party.”
“That’s to be about the first of September, I believe,” said Billy.