"I think it is better they should know at once that I am a poor girl," said Lois. However, she reflected privately that it did not matter, as she was going away so soon. And she remembered also that Mr. Dillwyn had not seemed to think any the less of her for what she had told him. Did Tom Caruthers know?
"But, Lois, my dear, about your going— There is no garden work to be done yet. It is March."
"It will soon be April. And the ground must be got ready, and potatoes must go in, and peas."
"Surely somebody else can stick in potatoes and peas."
"They would not know where to put them."
"Does it matter where?"
"To be sure it does!" said Lois, amused. "They must not go where they were last year."
"Why not?"
"I don't know! It seems that every plant wants a particular sort of food, and gets it, if it can; and so, the place where it grows is more or less impoverished, and would have less to give it another year. But a different sort of plant requiring a different sort of food, would be all right in that place."
"Food?" said Mrs. Wishart. "Do you mean manure? you can have that put in."