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"I still call the vegetable garden mine, but the boys do most of the work," said Mrs. Leonard. "That big bush at the end of the row is an elder."
"This is to be my pansy bed," said Susie. "The pansies are not set out yet. They are growing in a box in the kitchen window. I love them best of all. Don't they look like funny little faces in bonnets?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: Pansies.]
"That is what the Germans think, Susie," said Uncle Robert, laughing.
"They call them 'little stepmothers.'"
"I think it will be safe to put them out soon, Susie," said Mrs.
Leonard.
"Mother," called Donald from the vegetable garden, "the lettuce and radishes are growing finely, and here's a bean. Oh, there are lots of them just putting their heads through!"
They all went over to look at the beans, and then walked down to the end of the garden where the currant and gooseberry bushes grew.
"Oh, uncle," exclaimed Susie, "I wish you had come in time to see the trees in blossom! They were all pink and white. It was just lovely! only the flowers stayed such a little while."
"I think Susie lived in the orchard those days," said Mrs. Leonard, smiling. "If I wanted her I was very sure to find her there."
"I don't blame Susie," said Uncle Robert. "I would have stayed, too.
There is nothing sweeter than apple blossoms. But you have other fruits besides apples, haven't you?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: Apple Blossoms.]
"Oh, yes," said Frank, who had just come from the barn, where he had gone after supper with his father. "There are pears and cherries and a few peach trees. But peaches don't do well here."
"The blossoms are lovely," said Susie.
"I believe Susie cares more for the flowers than she does for the fruit," said Donald. "I don't. I like the fruit, and plenty of it."
"How many kinds of apples have you?" asked Uncle Robert.
"About ten," replied Frank. "But father budded quite a number last year.
The twigs came from Kansas."
"They have fine apples in Kansas some years," said Uncle Robert. "I wonder if the budding is done as it was when I was a boy on the farm in New England."
"This is the way father did it," said Frank. "First he cut a little piece of the bark off the twig with the bud on it. He had to do it very carefully with a sharp knife. Then he cut the bark on the branch of the tree like the letter T. He laid it back, and slipped the piece of bark with the bud on under it. Then he bound it all up with soft cotton, and left it to take care of itself."
"Did it?" asked Uncle Robert.
"Yes," answered Donald. "In a few weeks we took the binding off, and the bark had all grown together around the little bud."
[Ill.u.s.tration: Budding]
"There were ever so many of them," said Susie, "and they were all alike."
"I wish they would hurry up and have some apples on them," said Donald.
"If they're better than some we had last year, they'll be pretty good.
"Come, children," said Mrs. Leonard. "It is getting damp. I think we'd better go in now."
CHAPTER II.
FRANK DRAWS A MAP OF THE FARM.
After the lamps were lighted and they were all gathered in the sitting-room Uncle Robert began asking the children about the farm.
"What do you raise besides corn?" he asked.
"Wheat, oats, rye, and potatoes," said Frank. "Then we have the hay fields and the pasture. The woods we drove through coming from town belong to us too."
"The house faces east, doesn't it?" said Uncle Robert. "That would make the woods north. Where are all these other fields?"
"Back of the barn and the other side of the orchard," said Donald.
"Can't some one show me on paper how it is?" asked Uncle Robert. "I don't mean make a picture, but just a plan of it."
"Well, I can try," said Frank. "I know just how it is really, but I don't know that I can get it right."
Frank found paper and pencil and set to work, while the rest gathered eagerly around and looked on.
"This is the river," he said. "There's a big curve in it along our farm.
The road runs along the top of the slope, and this is where the house is."
"What lies between the house and the river?" asked Uncle Robert.
"The big cornfield," said Frank. "That's where we are going to plant to-morrow if it is a pleasant day. And right here, in the corner by the woods, is the spring."
"The water comes right out of the ground," said Susie; "and it is as cold as ice."
"Here," said Frank, "is the wood. You know we drove through it this afternoon. The woods are on both sides of the creek."
"See the crooked line he makes for the creek," said Donald.
"That is where the violets and b.u.t.tercups grow, uncle," said Susie, pointing to the map.
"Where does the creek come from?" asked Uncle Robert.
"There's a pond away back in the woods," said Donald. "It comes from that; but it is a swamp part of the year."
"The cat-tails grow there," said Susie.
"Well," said Uncle Robert, "the house, the cornfield, and the woods--is that all of the farm?"