Blake as he walked toward the fence.
CHAPTER VII
EARLY TOMATOES
"What's the matter, Mr. Porter?" asked Mr. Blake, looking over the fence
where Sammie's father was working in his garden. "Has our little poodle
dog been scratching up your plants?"
"Oh, no. Roly is very good. He seems to know we want the thing's in our
gardens to grow, and he only walks carefully between the rows, and doesn't
scratch a bit," answered the neighbor.
"What is he barking at now?" asked Mab, for the little poodle dog had
crawled under the fence and had gone next door, as he often did. He was
standing near red-haired Sammie now.
"He's barkin' at a big, green bug," said the little boy.
"A green bug; eh?" spoke Mr. Porter. "Maybe we'd better see what it is,"
he added, speaking to Daddy Blake.
"I rather think we had. There are so many bugs, worms and other things
trying to spoil our gardens, that we must not let any of them get away."
"He's a awful big bug, almost as long as Roly's tail," called Sammie from
where he stood near a tomato plant.
"Well, Roly's tail isn't very big," laughed Daddy Blake. "But a bug or
worm of that size could eat a lot of plant leaves.
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