"Daddy and us just picked
'em from our garden."
"We have more than we can eat, and mother hasn't time to can the
tomatoes," explained Mab, for their father had left them alone, to say and
do as they thought best.
"They certainly look nice," went on the first lady, "And how well the
children have arranged them."
"Like a picture," added the other. "See how pretty the red, green and
yellow colors show. I must have some tomatoes and beans."
"And I want some of those carrots. They say carrots make your eyes
bright."
Hal and Mab thought the ladies eyes were bright enough, especially when
the sun shone and glittered on the funny stick-spectacles. The automobile
had stopped and the chauffeur got down off the front seat behind the
steering wheel and walked toward the children's new vegetable store.
"How much are your tomatoes?" asked the lady who had first spoken.
"Eight cents a quart," answered Hal, his father telling him to ask that
price, which was what they were selling for at the store. "And they're
just picked," added the little boy.
"I can see they are," spoke the lady. "I'll take three quarts, and you may
keep the extra penny for yourselves," she added as she handed Hal a bright
twenty-five-cent piece.
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