The little boy seemed to be wondering
what was going on, and Hal and Mab told him as well as they could.
"Sammie goin' to have a 'mato store," he said when the two Blake children
had sold all their things, and were moving their empty boxes and door into
the barn. "Me goin' to sell 'matoes."
"I wonder what he will do?" said Mab.
"Maybe he'll take a lot of things from his father's garden," suggested
Hal. "We better tell him not to."
"Well, Mr. Porter is working among his potatoes so I guess Sammie can't do
much harm," Mab said.
A little later she and Hal happened to look out in front and they saw a
queer sight. Sammie was drawing along the sidewalk his little express
wagon, in which he had piled some tomatoes. They were large, ripe ones,
and he must have picked them from his father's vines, since he could not
get through the fence into the Blake gardens.
"Oh, Sammie!" cried Mab, running out to him, "What are you doing with
those tomatoes?"
"Sammie goin' have a 'mato store an' sell 'em like you an' Hal. You want
come my 'mato store?" he asked, looking up and smiling.
"No, I guess we have all the tomatoes we want," laughed Hal.
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