when we don't know if they'll come up lilies of the valley or
elephant's ears?"

Marjorie laughed gayly. "It doesn't matter, Carter," she said;
"let's stick them in some sunny place, and then, if they seem to
be growing too high, we can transplant them."

"It's a wise little head you have, Miss; we'll do just that."

Humoring Marjorie's impatience, the good-natured gardener helped
her plant the seeds in a sunny flowerbed, and raked the dirt
neatly over them with an experienced touch.

"That looks lovely," said Marjorie, with a satisfied nod of
approval; "now let's go and see the chickens."

This proved even more interesting than she had anticipated, for
since her last visit an incubator had been purchased, and there
were hundreds of little chickens of various sizes, in different
compartments, to be looked at and admired.

"Aren't they darlings!" exclaimed Marjorie, as she watched the
little yellow balls trying to balance themselves on slender little
brown stems that hardly seemed as if they could be meant for legs.
"Oh, Carter, I shall spend hours out here every day!"

"Do, Miss Midge; I'll be glad to have you, and the chickens won't
mind it a bit."

"Now the horses," Marjorie went on, and off they went to the