"Bow-wow!" barked Roly, just as if he said he didn't care.
"Well, if you want to get wet--all right!" laughed Mab. "Here it comes!"
She pointed the hose straight at Roly and in a second he was wet through.
"Ki-yi! Ki-yi! Ki-yi!" he yelped as he ran out of the garden. "Bow-wow!
Ki-yi!"
"Well, it will cool him off, and I guess he wanted it after all," said
Daddy Blake. "But Roly is a good little dog. He only dug once in the
garden since he came back, but I tapped him on the end of his nose with my
finger, and scolded him, and he hasn't done it since."
The next day Daddy Blake took Hal and Mab to the garden again, and showed
them how he was building little wooden frames under his tomatoes to keep
the red vegetables off the ground where they might lie in the mud and sand
and get dirty.
"The frames help to hold up the vines so they will not break when the
tomatoes get too heavy for them," said Mr. Blake.
"Plants have lots of trouble," said Hal. "You have to put their seeds in
the ground, keep the weeds away from them, hoe them, water them, and keep
the bugs and worms away. Is there anything else that can happen to things
in a garden, Daddy?"
"Yes, sometimes heavy hail storms come and beat down the plants, or tear
the leaves to ribbons so the plants die, and bear nothing.
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