CHAPTER V.

GARDENING.

One day I observed my mother put on her things very slily, call her

governess and tell her to put on her things also, and come out. I

thought to myself, "What can this mean? My mother has put on her

clothes, called the footman and ordered the carriage, and has taken her

governess with her." I guess it is something that I am not to know; for

if it were not, I certainly would have gone with her. As I did not feel

very well, I thought that I would lie down on my bed and take a nap. In

a couple of hours my mother came home, and coming into the room where

my baby-house was, took me out of the bed, without saying a word to me

about her having been out. I burned all the time to know what she had

been out for. I could hardly eat my dinner, and when tea came I could

eat nothing. The next day, at twelve, a man rang at the hall-door,

and my mother ran down to let him in, a thing that she had never done

before, and which made me so curious that I could not stand. In a few

minutes my mother came running up stairs, and put a little bundle into

my hands. I opened it very quickly, and what did I see but a little

hoe, rake, spade and wheelbarrow! I thought that I could never thank

my mother enough. When she saw how pleased I was, she told me that I

should have a piece of ground, and she would get me some seeds, and

she would also immediately make me a gardening dress, so that I could

commence the next day. Oh, how I longed for the morrow to come, and

when the morning dawned I was almost crazy. My mother put on my dress,

and giving me my tools took me into the garden, where I took my first

lesson in gardening. I thought it was delightful. My mother told me

that I should soon get along very fast, and that I should plant some

flower and vegetable seeds. I felt very smart, and began to work away

quite industriously, making improvement in the looks of my garden.

When my mother appeared and told me breakfast was ready, I could

hardly believe it, the time had passed so quickly. The next morning

my mother waked me at half past five, and dressing me took me out. As

we were going along to the garden we saw by the road-side a flock of

geese, and as we passed along they set up a tremendous hissing. Oh, how

frightened I was; but my mother laughed at my fears, and told me not

to be afraid, as they would not hurt me. When I got to the garden, I

was all of a tremble, and for five minutes I could not do any thing.

I got the garden all finished that morning before breakfast, and so

I went in, and changing my dress went out to take a walk. As I went

along the paths, I could not help feeling overcome. It was a beautiful

spring morning, the dew was on the grass, and the birds were singing

their morning song of praise to the Maker of all things, as they soared

towards heaven. When my breakfast bell rang, I came in and told my

mother of my pleasant walk, and she seemed very glad. The next morning

my mother showed me how to plant seeds, after which she watered them,

as she said the watering-pot was too large for me, but that she was

going to buy me one, so that I could water my plants when they came

up. In a day or two my mother, her governess and I went into the city

and bought me a little watering pot, and a little book that treated

of gardening, which I put with my other books. One morning, about two

weeks after planting my seeds, I was surprised to see several little

green things which I thought were weeds, and I was just going to pull

them up, when I happened to think that perhaps they might not be weeds

after all, and that I would stop and ask my mother. My mother appearing

up the gravel walks just then, I asked her what they were, and she told

me that they were the plants just beginning to come up, and that I must

water them every morning carefully, and soon they would come up higher

and higher; then the leaves would come out, and at last little buds

would shoot forth and turn into flowers. But in order to have them do

so, I must keep all the weeds away from them, water them morning and

evening, and put up sticks for the running ones.

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