Everybody seemed struck with this impressive sentiment, for they all left off weeding at once, and Aunt Judy came forward to the front of the alcove.
“Don’t you, Aunt Judy?” added No. 6, feeling sure her sister had heard.
“Not I, indeed,” answered Aunt Judy, with a comical smile: “I’m too fond of cream to my tea.”
“Cream to your tea, Aunt Judy? What can that have to do with it?”
The little ones were amazed.
“Something,” at any rate, responded Aunt Judy; “and if you like to come in here, and sit down, I will tell you how.”
Away went hoes and weeding-knives at once, and into the alcove they rushed; and never had garden-seats felt so thoroughly comfortable before.
“If one begins to wish,” suggested No. 5, stretching his legs out to their full extent, “one may as well wish oneself a grand person with a lot of gardeners to clear away the weeds as fast as they come up, and save one the trouble.”
“Much better wish them away, and save everybody the trouble,” persisted No. 6.
“No: one wants them sometimes.”