as they, blew more beans.

"Here! You stop shooting beans at us!" cried Arnold. "Do you hear
me? You stop it!"

"Ho! Ho! We won't stop for you! You can't make us!" shouted the
boys, and they were going to blow more beans, but just then Patrick,
the gardener next door, came along with some seeds he had been down
to the store to buy.

"Patrick!" called Mirabell.

Patrick saw the bad boys blowing beans at Mirabell and Arnold, and,
with a shout, the gardener chased the unpleasant lads away.

"Be off out of here and let my children alone!" cried Patrick, for
he considered Dorothy and Dick and Arnold and Mirabell as his
special "children," and was always watching to see that no harm came
to them. And once Patrick had saved the Lamb on Wheels, as you may
read in the book written specially about that toy.

"Did they hurt you, Mirabell or Arnold?" asked the gardener, as he
came back from chasing the boys.

"No, thank you, not much," Arnold answered. "One bean struck me on
the nose, but it didn't hurt--hardly any."

"And one bean knocked over one of your Soldiers, Arnold," said
Mirabell.