They laughed at this remark, and Mrs. James led the way upstairs to bed. The following morning Natalie was called an hour before breakfast. She hurriedly donned her garden overalls and ran down to the cellar for the Paris Green. Unfortunately, Rachel found her bread dough risen and running over the sides of the pan, so that she had to knead it into the pans before doing anything else.
By the time Natalie had the Paris Green mixed and ready to apply to the vines, Janet and Norma came downstairs to help her. They carried the bucket of poison to the garden and Natalie filled the gun. Then, while one of the girls turned the leaves over, Natalie squirted them thickly with the preparation. The other girl carried the pail of poison as they went from plant to plant.
“This isn’t such hard work, is it?” commented Natalie.
“No, not hard but not very exciting, either,” laughed Norma, who sneezed every time any of the mixture reached her nose.
“We ought to finish the whole potato section before Rach calls us to breakfast,” added Janet.
And so they did. When the work was completed and they stood looking over the hills where tiny green leaves had so recently shown, they now saw the crinkly-edged vines looking like dull blanketed things, they were so heavily laden with Paris Green.
Natalie turned about, gazing at the other vegetables, and Janet laughingly remarked: “Are you looking for ‘more world’s to conquer?’”
“I’m looking at those corn hills where some of the bugs alighted when they got away from us,” said she.
“Well, do you want to dose them, too?” asked Norma.
“We may as well. Then they won’t go on raising families,” replied Natalie. So Paris Green was liberally shot all over the plants wherever a bug was found. Then the girls went back to the house.