"We haven't touched them yet." "Mealy, eh ?" "Balls of flour!" Their voices joined in a cry of exultation, as the fork threw out even a finer root than they had expected.

When enough had been dug, they strolled about, looking at other vegetables.

Jane pointed to some Savoy seedlings, which she was going to plant out to-day.

Then there sounded a joyous bark, and Pompey came bounding toward them.
"That means the milk-boy is here," said Jane.

"Pompey always goes to meet him in the morning.