"You'll laugh at what I want!"
"Don't you forget what you promithed me," piped up Dicky.
"That's what I was going to tell them now. I've promised Dicky to plant a lot of sunflowers for his hens. He says Roger never has had space to plant enough for him."
"True enough. Give him a big bed of them so he can have all the seeds he wants."
"I'd like to have a wide strip across the back of the whole place, right in front of the osage orange hedge. They'll cover the lower part that's rather scraggly—then everywhere else I want nasturtiums, climbing and dwarf and every color under the sun."
"That's a good choice for your yard because it's awfully stony and nasturtiums don't mind a little thing like that."
"Then I want gourds over the trellis at the back door."
"Gourds!"
"I saw them so much in the South that I want to try them. There's one shape that makes a splendid dipper when it's dried and you cut a hole in it; and there's another kind just the size of a hen's egg that I want for nest eggs for Dickey's hens; and there's the loofa full of fibre that you can use for a bath sponge; and there's a pear-shaped one striped green and yellow that Mother likes for a darning ball; and there's a sweet smelling one that is as fragrant as possible in your handkerchief case. There are some as big as buckets and some like base ball bats, but I don't care for those."
"What a collection," applauded Ethel Brown.