There is a lot of kinds and shapes 221 "Beware of the vine with the three-part leaf" 253 The dandelion is bound to spread its seed 256 "So it blooms below the lawn-mower's cutting-wheel" 257 "They cling to everything that passes" 269 Three members of the acorn family 277 The apple is a calyx. The pistil is the core inside of it 283 A raspberry is a cluster of pistils without the core 285 The seed and sets of the onion 295 A black raspberry vine preparing to spread 299 "What are stuck-ins?--oh, slips!" 301 The wool that grows on the sheep's back is there because the sheep feeds on the green grass in summer 307 A Japanese fern-ball 316 The kind of a tree that nobody but Santa Claus ever raises 323 JANUARY A LITTLE GARDEN CALENDAR JANUARY I YOU MAY BEGIN YOUR GARDEN RIGHT AWAY THIS is the story of a year, and begins on New Year's day. It is the story of a garden--a little garden--and of a little boy and girl who owned the garden, and of the Chief Gardener, who helped them. And the name of the little boy was David, after his grandfather. So they called him Davy, because when grandfather was a little boy, he had been called Davy, and this little boy wanted to be just as his grandfather had been--just the same kind of a little boy, with the same name and all. And the name of the little girl was Prudence, and she was called Prue. For when her mother was a little girl, _she_ had been called Prue, and the Chief Gardener still called her that, sometimes, when he did not call her just Mamma. And the little girl was five years old, and the little boy was 'most seven--"going-on seven" the little boy always said, when you asked him. The garden was in a window, at first--in two windows, side by side--called a double window. It had to be in a window, because outside it was very cold, and the snow was white and deep on the beds where the Chief Gardener had flowers and vegetables in summer-time. Prue and Davy were looking out on this white, snow-covered garden on New Year's afternoon. Christmas was over, and spring seemed far away. And there had been _so_ much snow that they were tired of their sleds. "I wish it would be warm again," said Davy, "so there would be strawberries and nice things to eat in the garden; don't you, Prue?" "And nice green grass, and dandelions and pinks and morning-glories," said Prue, who loved flowers. Then the little girl went over to where the Chief Gardener was reading. She leaned over his knee and rocked it back and forth. "Will it _ever_ be warm again?" she asked. "Will we _ever_ have another garden?" The Chief Gardener turned another page of his paper. Prue rocked his knee harder.