bright colored seed packages and spread them out on the sidewalk. Then
as she spelled out the letters, her father told her what each package
contained. Lettuce and radishes and nasturtiums and carrots and candy-tuft
and--

"Here's one that's me!" exclaimed Mary Jane suddenly. She knew a very few
words and her own name was one of them.

"I thought you would find that," said Mr. Merrill, "so I bought that on
purpose for you. It's Marygold and you may have it in your bed, if you
like."

By that time the earth in her garden was turned and Mary Jane set to work
spading and hoeing just as hard as ever she could. She worked on one side
and her father worked on the other and very soon the earth was ready for
planting.

"Now," said Mr. Merrill, "while I loosen the earth around mother's rose
bushes, you make your trenches for the seeds." And he showed her just how
it was to be done.

[Illustration: "Here's one that's me!" exclaimed Mary Jane suddenly.]

Mary Jane never felt so big, and grown-up and important in her life as when
she made those trenches with her bright new hoe. She worked and worked till
they were neat and even and exactly right. Then her father stopped his
digging and together they opened three packages and planted the seeds. The
nasturtiums went in front, because they were the smallest plants, father
said; then the Marygolds that grow so straight and tall; and then, because
father said every garden should have something useful as well as something