It was a long business sowing the seeds; but when the little brown things were put safely in, and Dot had given the earth a last pat with her hand, Violet said they must be watered.
"Dot," she said, "where can we get some water?"
Dot ran with the green watering-can to the pump near the cemetery gates, and soon returned with the water, with which Violet carefully watered the earth where the seeds had been put in.
"They ought to be watered every day," she said; "gardener always waters his seeds every day. They won't spring up if they haven't enough water, will they, Ethel? What are we to do about it?"
"Please, I'll do them," said little Dot.
"Oh, will you?" said Violet. "That will be a very good plan, won't it, Ethel?"
"Yes," said her sister; "and we can leave Dot the small can."
"But you must hold it up as high as you can, Dot," said Violet, "and do it very gently, or you will wash the seeds out of the ground. Do you think you can manage?"
"Yes," said Dot gravely, as though impressed with the greatness of her trust. "Will the little girl like them?" she asked, as they walked away.
"What little girl?" asked Ethel.