Then you won't have the bother of digging 'em, you know," went on the fun-loving boy innocently.
"Absurd, Thomas! But I shall have some very large varieties, I feel certain." "Big as a watermelon ?" "Hardly, but--" "Big as a muskmelon, then ?" "Not exactly, but--" "About the size of a cocoanut, eh ?" "No! no! They will be as large as--" "I mean a little cocoanut," pleaded Tom, while Sam felt like laughing outright.
"Well, yes, a little cocoanut.

You see--" "We saw some big potatoes in California, Uncle Randolph." "Ah! Of what variety ?" "_Cornus bustabus_, or something like that.

Sam, what was the name, do you know ?" "That must be something like it, Tom," grinned the youngest Rover.
"Took two men to lift some of those potatoes," went on Tom calmly.
"Two men?
Thomas, surely you are joking." "No, uncle, I am telling nothing but the strict truth." "But two men! The potatoes must have been of monstrous size!" "Oh, not so very big.

But they did weigh a good deal, no question of it." "Think of two men lifting one potato!" "I didn't say one potato, Uncle Randolph.

I said some of those potatoes." "Eh ?" "The men had a barrel full of 'em." "Thomas!" The uncle shook his finger threateningly.