"Well, then I suppose they are, though I never heard tell of the Kennedys raising flowers before. Sweet peas ought to be planted along a fence. We will have Mike dig a little trench just inside the front yard fence, and plant the peas there." Peace's face fell, but she offered no objections to the plan, and Gail straightway forgot all about it. Not so with the enthusiastic, youthful planter, however; and, while the older sister was bustling about the hot kitchen, the curly, brown head was bobbing energetically back and forth in the front yard, where she and Cherry were digging a trench as fast as they could turn the sod with an old broken spade and a discarded fire-shovel; while Allee followed in their wake, dropping the seed into the freshly-turned earth and carefully covering them again. "Mercy, but this yard is big!" sighed weary Peace, as she began digging along the third and last side. "Have you got enough left to stick in here, Allee?" "This is all," answered the blue-eyed toiler, displaying a handful of flat, black seed in her apron. "Those don't look like peas," cried Cherry, pausing to examine the queer-looking things. "All I ever saw were round." "Garden peas _are_ round," answered Peace, with a knowing air, "but these are sweet peas, and they are flat." "Did you ever see any before?" demanded Cherry suspiciously, nettled by her sister's manner. "No--o, but doesn't the sack they were in say 'sweet peas?'" It certainly did, there was no disputing that fact, so Cherry discreetly remained silent, and began her vigorous shoveling once more. When the supper hour was announced the shallow, uneven trench was completed, the seeds all covered, and three dirty gardeners perched in a row on the fence, planning out the list of customers who would buy the sweet blossoms when the vines had matured. "There's the horn for supper," said Cherry. "And I know Mrs. Lacy will be glad to get them sometimes, 'cause she hasn't any flowers at all," continued Peace, ignoring the interruption. "That makes ten people." "Well, hurry up! I am hungry, and we'll have to wash before Gail will give us anything to eat," cried the tallest girl impatiently. "I'll race you to the pump." "You are late," Hope greeted them, when, after a noisy splashing and hasty wiping of faces, they entered the room. "Doesn't Allee's face look funny with that black streak around it where she didn't hit the dirt? What have you been doing to get so warm?" "Planting sweet peas," answered Allee. "Oh, Peace! After I said we would have Mike dig a trench by the fence!" "You didn't say we _couldn't_ plant them, Gail. We dug it so's to save Mike the trouble. Anyway, the seeds ought to be in the ground by this time if they are ever going to blossom this year, and Mike is so slow. We thought it was best not to wait. When do you s'pose they will come up?"