"Hello, little ones!" called Mr. Porter. "Have you got your garden started
yet?"
"Not yet," answered Hal.
"But we got tomato seeds planted in the house," said Mab.
"Yes, and I must do that too. We'll see who'll have the finest garden,"
went on Mr. Porter. "How's your poodle dog?"
"Oh, we got him shut up so he can't hurt your garden," Hal said.
"Don't worry about that yet," went on the neighbor. "I haven't planted any
seeds yet, and shall not until it gets warmer. So you may let your dog run
loose."
"All right. I guess I will," cried Hal, running back to the house.
"You'll be late for school!" warned Mab.
"I'll run fast!" promised her brother. "Roly-Poly cried when I shut him
up. I want to let him out."
Soon the little dog came running out of the barn where Hal had locked him.
Over into Mr. Porter's yard ran Roly and Sammie laughed when he saw Hal's
pet rolling around in the pile of dried leaves Mr. Porter had raked
together.
"Roly, you be a good dog!" warned Mab, shaking her finger at him.
"I get him a cookie!" said Sammie with a laugh as he toddled toward the
house.
"Sammie likes dogs," said his father as Hal and Mab hurried on to school.
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