"Oh, see Uncle Pennyweight!" cried Mab, when she had found that Roly was
peacefully sleeping on the shady porch. "What's he doing?"
"Planting something, I guess," replied Hal after he had looked at his
growing corn, and hoed around a few hills.
"And Aunt Lolly is working in her part of the garden," went on Mab. "I
wonder if they'll win that ten dollar gold piece prize, Hal?"
"I hope one of us wins it, Mab. If I win I'll give you half."
"And I'll give you half if I win, 'cause you helped me hoe my beans one
day when there was so many weeds in 'em."
Daddy Blake had put the ten dollar gold piece in a little box on the
dining room mantle, and every day Hal or Mab looked to make sure the prize
was there.
"What you doin' Uncle Pennywait?" asked Mab as she and her brother went
over to the vacant lot next door, where part of the Blake garden had been
planted.
"I'm taking the eyes out of the potatoes," answered Uncle Pennywait.
"Eyes out of potatoes!" cried Hal. "I didn't know they had any."
"Of course they have!" laughed his uncle. "Else how could they see to get
out of their brown skin-jackets when they want to go swimming in the
kettle of hot water?"
"Oh, he's only fooling us; isn't he Aunt Lolly?" asked Hal.
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