The one I shove along by hand is enough for me."
Of course Hal and Mab did not spend all their time in the garden. They
sometimes wanted to play with their boy and girl chums. For though it was
fun to watch the things growing, to help them by hoeing, by keeping away
the weeds and the bugs and worms, yet there was work in all this. And
Daddy Blake believed, as do many fathers, that "all work and no play makes
Jack a dull boy." So Hal and Mab had their play times.
One day Mrs. Blake asked Hal and Mab to pick as many of the ripe tomatoes
they could find on the vines.
"Are we going to have another store and sell them?" asked Hal.
"No, I am going to can some, and make chili sauce of the others," answered
his mother. "In that way we will have tomatoes to eat next Winter."
It was more fun for Hal and Mab to pick the ripe tomatoes than it was to
hoe in the garden, and soon, with the help of Uncle Pennywait, they had
gathered several baskets full of the red vegetables. Then Aunt Lolly and
Mother Blake made themselves busy in the kitchen. They boiled and stewed
and cooked on the stove and there floated out of the door and windows a
sweet, spicy smell.
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