“There now, don’t they look business-like?” exulted Natalie, as she surveyed with pride the rows of bean poles.
Sam stopped the automobile near the side porch just after Natalie made this remark, and seeing the girls still at the garden, he hurried there to see if he could help them in any way.
“All done, Sam! Aren’t the poles nice?” exclaimed Natalie.
“Yeh, Miss Natalie, the poles is nice enough, but you ain’t got ’em planted in the lima-bean garden,” said Sam slowly, so as to break the news gently.
“What?” cried three girls in one voice.
“Nah. Them green plants is dwarf string-beans, and t’ lima beans is on the other side.”
“Oh goodness’ sake!” wailed Natalie, sitting down plump on the radish bed. “All that work done for nothing?”
Norma and Belle frowned at the poles, but Janet laughed. “If this isn’t the funniest thing, yet!” she exclaimed.
The greater part of the morning had passed before the error made in the garden had been corrected. Natalie was so tired by the time she reached the house that she dropped wearily upon the steps and sighed.
Mrs. James came out upon the piazza when she saw her approaching the house, and at the sigh she said: “What’s wrong?”