Sammie did not seem to worry about this. Maybe he thought some one else
would buy his vegetables. He wheeled his cart up near his own front fence,
on the grass and sat down beside it.
"'Mato store all ready," he said. "People come an' buy now."
But though several persons passed they did not ask Sammie how much his
tomatoes were. They may have thought he was only playing, and that his
tomatoes were not good ones, though they really were nice and fresh.
"We'd better go tell his father or mother," suggested Mab to her brother.
"I don't believe they know he's here."
"Guess they don't," Hal agreed. "Come on; he might get hurt out there all
alone."
Brother and sister started into the Porter yard. They did not see Sammie's
mother, but his father was down in the back end of his lot, weeding an
onion bed.
"Hello, children!" called Mr. Porter. "Did you come over to see how my
garden is growing?"
"We came to tell you about Sammie," said Mab. "He's out--"
"Hello! Where IS that little tyke?" cried Mr. Porter suddenly. "He was
here a little while ago, making believe hoe the weeds out of the potatoes.
I don't see him," he added, straightening up and looking among the rows of
vegetables.
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