Daddy Takes Us to the Garden The Daddy Series for Little Folks   By: Howard Roger Garis (1873-1962)

DADDY TAKES US TO THE GARDEN

BY

HOWARD R. GARIS

Author of

Uncle Wiggily and Alice in Wonderland , Uncle Wiggily Longears , Uncle Wiggily and Mother Goose , Uncle Wiggily's Arabian Nights

ILLUSTRATED BY EVA DEAN

MADE IN U.S.A.

M.A. DONOHUE & COMPANY

CHICAGO NEW YORK

THE DADDY SERIES

By HOWARD R. GARIS

The stories tell of a little boy and girl who go to various places with their dear Daddy. Each book contains something of value regarding nature lore, outdoor sports and animal life.

Price 50 cents per volume.

HOWARD R. GARIS

Daddy Takes Us Camping Daddy Takes Us Fishing Daddy Takes Us to the Circus Daddy Takes Us Skating Daddy Takes Us Coasting Daddy Takes Us to the Farm Daddy Takes Us to the Garden Daddy Takes Us Hunting Birds Daddy Takes Us Hunting Flowers Daddy Takes Us to the Woods

Copyright, 1914, by R.F. FENNO & COMPANY

DADDY TAKES US TO THE GARDEN

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I A New Game 9 II Making A Garden 20 III Upside Down Beans 34 IV The First Radish 49 V The Potatoes' Eyes 59 VI The Corn Silk 70 VII Early Tomatoes 78 VIII The Children's Market 92 IX Sammie Plants Tomatoes 102 X White Celery 113 XI Gathering Crops 123 XII Pumpkin Pie 134

CHAPTER I

A NEW GAME

"Mother, what can we do now?"

"Tell us something to play, please! We want to have some fun!"

As Harry and Mabel Blake said this they walked slowly up the path toward the front porch, on which their mother was sitting one early Spring day. The two children did not look very happy.

"What can we do?" asked Hal, as he was called more often than Harry.

"There isn't any more fun," complained Mab, to which her name was often shortened.

"Oh, my!" laughed Mother Blake. "Such a sadness! What doleful faces you both have. I hope they don't freeze so and stay that way. It would be dreadful!"

"It can't freeze," said Hal. "It's too warm. Daddy told us how cold it had to be to freeze. The ther ther Oh, well the thing you tell how cold it is has to get down to where it says number 32 before there's ice."

"You mean the thermometer," said Mab.

"That's it," agreed Hal. "And look, the shiny thing mercury, that's the name of it the mercury is at 60 now. It can't freeze, Mother."

"Well, I'm glad it can't, for I wouldn't want your face to turn into ice the way it looked a little while ago."

"But there's no fun, Mother," and Mab, whose face, as had her brother's, had lost its fretful look while they were talking about the thermometer, again seemed cross and unhappy. "We can't have any fun!"

"Why don't you play some games?" asked Mrs. Blake, smiling at the two children.

"We did," answered Hal. "We tried to play tag, but it's too muddy to run off the paths, and it's no fun, staying in one place. We can't play ball, 'cause Mab can't throw like a boy, and I'm not going to play doll with her."

"I didn't ask you to!" said Mab quickly. "I was going to play doll by myself."

"Yes, but you'd want me to be a doctor, or something, when your doll got sick you always do."

"I should think that would be fun," said Mother Blake. "Why don't you play doll and doctor?"

"I'm not going to play doll!" declared Hal, and his face looked crosser than ever.