and call oS, the next." " The next are not radishes,
I know," said Mrs. S., " they must be summer cab-
bages." " Are you sure now, Mrs. Sparrowgrass 3"
said I, getting :; little out of temper. Mrs. Spar-
rowgrass said she was sure of it, because cabbage
seed looked exactly like turnip seed. " Did you
save turnip seed also ?" said I. Mrs. Sparrowgrass
replied, that she had provided some, but they must
be in another paper. " Then call off th^ next ; we
will plant them for ca'bbages, whether or no." " Here
is a name," said Mrs. Sparrowgrass, brightening up.
" Eead it," said I, pen in hand. " Watermelons —
not so good," said Mrs. S. " Lay that paper with
the rest and proceed." " Corn," said Mrs. Sparrow-
grass, with a smile. " Variety ?" " Pop, I am
sure." "Good, now we begin to see daylight/'
" Squash," said Mra. Sparrowgrass. " "Winter or
Summer ?" " Both." " Lay that paper aside, my
dear." "Tomato." " Red or yellow ?" Mrs. Spar-
rowgrass said she had pinned up the one and tied
up the other, to distinguish them, but it was so long
ago, she had forgot which was which. "Never
mind," said I, " there is one comfort, they cannot
bear without showing their colors. Now for the
next." Mrs. Sparrowgrass said, upon tasting the



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tomato seed, she was sure they Vere bell peppers.
" Very well, so much is gained, we are sure of the
capsicum. The next." " Beans," said Mrs. Spar-
rowgrass.
