"No, they didn't get in that part of the garden," answered Mrs. Blake. "I
think well have some for dinner."
"What--Cows or _egg_ plant?" asked Uncle Pennywait, winking his left eye
at Mab as he made this joke.
"Egg plant, of course!" laughed Mrs. Blake. "Suppose you go bring one in
for me, Uncle Pennywait."
"We'll come, too!" cried Hal and Mab, while the little girl, as she took
hold of her uncle's hand, asked:
"Is there really an egg plant? I thought hens laid eggs, and we haven't
any hens in our garden."
"There is a plant named egg," Uncle Pennywait said. "I'll show you some.
It's down in the far end of the garden."
Hal and Mab had been so busy with their own part of the garden, hoeing and
weeding their corn and beans, that they really did not know all the things
Daddy Blake had planted. But when Uncle Pennywait showed them where,
growing in a long row, were some big purple-colored things, that looked
like small footballs amid the green leaves, Hal cried:
"Are those egg plants?"
"They are," said his uncle.
"And do we eat them?" asked Mab.
"Surely; and very good they are, too!"
"What makes them call 'em egg plants?" Hal wanted to know.
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