one!"

"This is a Persian kitten, Eliza, and her name is Puff. Isn't she
pretty?"

"I'll not be sayin' she's purty, till I see how she doos be
behavin'. Is she a good little cat, Miss Midget dear?"

"Good! Indeed she is a good kitty. And I wish you'd give her some
milk, Eliza, while I run out to see the chickens. Is Carter out
there?"

But without waiting for an answer, Marjorie was already flying
down through the garden, and soon found Carter, the gardener, at
his work.

"Hello, Carter!" she cried. "How are you this summer?"

"Welcome, Miss Midge! I'm glad to see you back," exclaimed the old
gardener, who was very fond of the Maynard children.

"And I'm glad to be here, Carter; and I have some seeds to plant;
will you help me plant them?"

"That I will. What are they?"

"I don't know; King gave them to me, but he wouldn't tell me what
they were."

"Ah, the mischievous boy! Now, how can we tell where to plant them