"Oh, they have turned into these many potatoes," laughed Mr. Blake. "That
is the magical trick Mother Nature does for us. We plant a piece of
potato, with 'eyes' in it, or we plant a seed, and up springs a plant on
the roots of which are more potatoes, or, if it is a bean, it turns into a
vine with many more beans on it. And the seed--that is the eye potato or
the bean--disappears completely, just as a magician on the stage pretends
to make your handkerchief disappear and change into a lemon. Mother Nature
is very wonderful."
Hal and Mab thought so too.
The Summer was passing away. The days that had been long and full of
sunshine until late in the evening were getting shorter. No longer was it
light at five o'clock in the morning, and the golden ball did not stay up
until after seven at night.
"The days are getting shorter and the nights longer," said Daddy Blake.
"That means Winter is not far off, though we still have Autumn or Fall
before us. And that will bring us the harvest days. We will soon begin to
harvest, or bring in our crops."
"And then will we know who gets the prize?" asked Hal.
"Yes," his father answered.
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