It is time to go to bed now."
As Hal and Mab started up stairs, thinking what a wonderful thing it was
to have a garden, there came a ring at the front door.
"My! Who can be calling this time of night?" asked Mother Blake, in
surprise.
Hal and Mab wondered too.
CHAPTER III
UPSIDE DOWN BEANS
"Let's wait and see who it is, Hal," whispered Mab to her brother as they
stood on the stairs.
"Maybe it's somebody come to find out about a garden," added the little
boy. "Daddy knows lots about how to make things grow, and maybe, on
account of the war, everybody's got to plant corn and beans and things."
"I don't like war and soldiers," spoke Mab, while Daddy Blake went to the
front door. "I don't care when you play soldier, and make believe shoot
your pop gun, but I don't like REAL guns. Maybe this is somebody come to
tell Daddy to go to war."
"I hope not!" exclaimed Hal.
When Daddy Blake opened the door the children heard some one saying:
"I guess this little fellow belongs to you, Mr. Blake. I found him over in
my garden, digging away. Maybe he was planting a bone, thinking he could
grow some roast beef," and a man's laugh was heard.
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