When I take you to the farm I can
tell you about and show you other kinds of harrows or big rakes."
It took the man with the plow the rest of the day to turn over the soil in
the Blake garden, and Hal and Mab looked on every minute they had out of
school. Mr. Porter's garden, next door, was plowed too.
When Hal and Mab went to the fence to see how Mr. Porter's ground looked
they saw little Sammie standing near. The red-haired boy was looking at
something on the ground.
"What is it?" asked Hal.
"Big snake," was the answer. "I don't like a snake. I'm goin' home," and
he started to run.
"Oh, a snake!" cried Mab. "I don't like snakes either;" and she turned to
go away.
"Where's the snake, Sammie? Show me!" said Hal.
"See him crawlin'?" and red-haired Sammie pointed. "I guess he goin' to
bite! I run!" and away he started, but he fell down on the rough ground.
He did not cry, however, but picked himself up and kept on.
"That isn't a snake!" called Hal with a laugh, "It's only a big angle
worm. That won't hurt you, Sammie! Don't be afraid."
"Dat no snake?" the little boy wanted to know.
"No. Only a fish worm.
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