"Why, girls," said he, "how long did you think I could wait to haul off my weeds? You were gone two hours. I watched you on your parade, and followed at a respectful distance."
"In order not to disturb the procession. Then, when I saw you going into the saloon, I went up and claimed my wheelbarrow. Didn't want it any longer—did you?"
"No, and never want it again," said Prudy.
"By the way, here's a conundrum for you, girls, Why's a wheelbarrow like a potato?"
"I shouldn't think it was like it at all," answered Dotty. "Where did you read that?"
"Didn't read it anywhere. I've given up books since I undertook gardening. Never was much of a bookworm. Make a very respectable earth-worm; ask aunt Louise if I don't."
The little girls entered the house, too tired and sleepy to make any reply.