VI
They waited for the seeds to start;
And patience is as great an art
As farming is; but you must know
Without it pumpkins will not grow!
So many times they looked in vain,
They thought they would not go again.
Busy with other kinds of play,
A week or more they stayed away.
They waited till they ’most forgot,
But one day, crossing o’er the lot,
They went to look, and cried, “At last
They’re up, and they are growing fast!”
VII
Well, after that there was much to do,
But day and night the wee vines grew.
Each day they helped their mother dear,
Each week some wonder did appear.
A yellow flower one day they found,
In two weeks more a green ball round,
That grew upon the pumpkin vine:
And Carl and Fred cried, “This is fine!”