have some flower beds. Wouldn't it be lovely to have nasturtiums running right up the sides of the house?"
"They'd be lovely among the vines," agreed Bettie. "I've some poppy seeds that we might plant in a long narrow bed by the fence."
"There are hundreds of little pansy plants coming up all over our yard," said Jean. "We might make a little round bed of them right here where I'm sitting. What are you going to plant in your bed, Mabel?"
"Butter-beans," said that practical young person, promptly.
"Well," said Bettie, with a long sigh, "we'll have to work faster than this or summer will be over before we have a chance to plant anything. This is the biggest little yard I ever did see."
For a time there was silence. Marjory, the soldier, fell upon her foes with renewed vigour, and soon had an entire regiment in durance vile. Jean, the pioneer, fell upon
