Then came a sharp
little bark.
"Oh, it's Roly-Poly!" cried Hal.
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"He must have run away and we didn't miss him 'cause we talked so much
about the garden," added Mab. "I wonder where he was?"
"Yes, that's my children's dog," said Mr. Blake to the man who had brought
home Roly-Poly. "So he was in your garden; eh?"
"Well, yes, in the place where I'm going to make a garden. My name is
Porter, I live next door. Only moved in last week and we haven't gotten
acquainted yet."
"That's right," said Mr. Blake. "Well, I'm glad to know you, Mr. Porter.
Hal and Mab will be pleased to have Roly-Poly back, I'm also glad to know
you're going to have a garden. I'm going to start my two youngsters with
one, and if Roly-Poly comes over, and digs out your seeds, let me know and
I'll keep him shut up."
"I will, and you do the same with my chickens. They're bad for scratching
in a garden, though I plan to keep them in their own yard. So your boy and
girl are going to have gardens; are they?"
"Yes. I want them to learn all they can about such things."
"I've got a boy, but he's too young to start yet. Sammie is only five,"
said Mr.
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