“How long will it take us to get the seeds to plant in our vegetable garden, Jimmy?” asked she later.
“I can telephone my order in to the seed store in the morning, and they can mail the package at once. We ought to have it in two days, at least,” answered Mrs. James.
“That will be time enough, won’t it? Because we have to plough and rake the beds first. Oh, I do hope that farmer won’t forget to come in the morning,” sighed Natalie, running to the door to look out at the night sky and see if there was any indication of rain for the morrow.
“The sky is clear and the stars are shining like beacons,” exclaimed she, turning to Mrs. James.
That lady smiled for she understood why Natalie had gone to investigate the weather signals.
“Perhaps we ought to go to bed early, Natalie, so we can be up when Farmer Ames arrives,” hinted she.
“Why, what time do you think he will be here?”
“Farmers generally begin work at five, but he may not arrive until after his chores are attended to. I suppose we may look for him about seven o’clock.”
“Seven o’clock! Mercy, Jimmy, we won’t be awake then,” cried Natalie, surprised at such hours.
“Oh yes, we will, because everyone in the country goes to bed at nine and rises at five. We must begin the same habit.”