"Oh, isn't that good!" cried Mab.
"It will taste good next Winter!" laughed their uncle.
"And to think it comes out of our garden--the tomato part, I mean," spoke
Mab.
"Come on!" called Hal, after a while, when they had picked all the
tomatoes Mother Blake needed.
"Where you going?" asked Mab.
"Over to Charlie Simpson's and have some fun. He's got a new dog."
"Wait a minute and I'll give you each a penny!" called their uncle, and
Hal and Mab were very glad to wait, for they were hungry after having
picked the tomatoes.
Very early the next morning the Blake family was awakened by the loud
ringing of their door bell.
"Oh, my goodness! I hope the house isn't on fire!" cried Aunt Lolly,
quickly getting out of bed.
"It's Mr. Porter. He's at our front door," reported Hal, who had looked
from the window of his room, from which the front steps could be seen.
"What's the matter? What is it; a message--a telegram?" asked Mr. Blake,
as he, too, looked from Hal's window. "What has happened?"
Mrs. Blake and the children waited anxiously to hear what the answer would
be.
CHAPTER X
WHITE CELERY
"In our garden you say!" cried Daddy Blake, with his head out of the
window.
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