Freddie waited with some impatience, running first to Nan's garden then back to John's. Finally John was ready to put in a late crop of radishes.
"Now, you see, we make a long drill like this," John explained as he took the drill and made a furrow in the soft ground.
"If it rains again that will be a river," said Freddie, for he had often played river at home after a rain.
"Now, you see this seed is very fine," continued John. "But I am going to let you plant it if you're careful."
"That ain't redishes!" exclaimed Freddie "I want to plant redishes."
"But this is the seed, and that's what makes the radishes," John explained.
"Nope, that's black and it can't make it red?" argued Freddie.
"Wait and see," the gardener told him. "You just take this little paper of seeds and scatter them in the drill. See, I have mixed them with sand so they will not grow too thick."
Freddie took the small package, and kneeling down on the board that John used, he dropped the little shower of seeds in the line.
"They're all gone!" he told John presently; "get some more."