“So will some of our flowers, won’t they, Nell?”
Before Eleanor could answer Mary Frances, there sounded the joyous shrill crow of Feather Flop.
“I’m sure they will!” it meant to the little girl, but none of the others seemed to hear the rooster.
Perhaps he did know—for one year from that day, each of the children received some premiums at the County Fair; but, to Mary Frances’ surprise, she had three more than Eleanor; two more than Bob, and one more than Billy!
“I wonder why your garden did better than all the rest,” said Bob. “You didn’t seem to work any harder than we did.”
“Oh, it was just a ‘happen so,’” answered Mary Frances, but she remembered that many a morning she had seen prints of the claws of Feather Flop in her garden, and a little pile of weeds at
THE END
FOOTNOTES:
[A] See [Chapter LI] on Perennials.
[B] See [Chapter XI] on Annuals.