"Why, they must be kept in order, you know."
"Well, he doesn't intend to hire a gardener to do that," said Letty, smiling. "I expect most of the weeding will fall to my share, with what John can do before and after work."
"But, Letty, if any one came to call, you wouldn't like to be caught on your knees weeding an onion-bed, would you?"
"Why not?" asked Letty.
Agnes had no answer ready, only that "it would be odd."
"But, Agnes, I think some things—cucumbers and tomatoes especially—taste so much better when you pick them fresh from the vines than they do when you buy them at market. Peas, too. Come and see our peas. They are four inches high already."
Agnes languidly admired the peas, and then announced her errand. She had come to borrow a cup of molasses. Joe had promised to send some down, but it hadn't come; and she wanted to make some gingerbread.
Agnes was somewhat given to borrowing, and did not always remember to pay.
While Letty was getting the molasses, Mrs. De Witt came bustling back with the foxgloves, and set about planting them herself.
"I don't believe in taking so much pains about flowers," said Agnes. "I should rather plant something good to eat, seems to me."