down his flower-pots, and laid down his trowel at once.

"Did your grandmother say you could go, Miss Midget?"

"She said I could go if you went with me."

"Then it's with ye I go, and we'll start at once."

Marjorie danced along by the side of the old man as he walked more
slowly down the garden path, when suddenly a new idea came into
her head.

"Oh, Carter," she cried, "have my seeds come up yet? And what are
the flowers? Let's go and look at them."

"Come up yet, is it? No, indeed, they've scarcely settled
themselves down in the earth yet."

"I wish they would come up, I want to see what they'll be. Let's
go and look at the place where we planted them, Carter."

So they turned aside to the flowerbed where the precious seeds had
been planted, but not even Marjorie's sharp eyes could detect the
tiniest green sprout. With an impatient little sigh she turned
away, and as they continued down toward the boathouse, Marjorie
heard somebody calling, and Molly Moss came flying up to her, all
out of breath.

"We were so afraid we wouldn't catch you," she exclaimed, "for
your Grandma said you had gone out in the boat."