The Invalid, who during the progress of our planting had spent much time in explorations among our "Cracker" neighbors, had made the discovery of a most disreputable two-wheeled vehicle, which he had purchased and brought home in triumph. Its wheels were of different sizes and projected from the axle at most remarkable angles. One seat was considerably higher than the other, the cushions looked like so many dishevelled darkey heads, and the whole establishment had a most uncanny appearance. It was a perfect match, however, for Sancho, and that intelligent animal, waiving for the time his objection to having Yankees after him, consented to be harnessed into the vehicle and to draw us slowly and majestically about in the pine woods. He never objected to stopping anywhere while we gathered flowers, and we always returned laden with treasures to deck our little home withal, making many a rare and beautiful new acquaintance among the floral riches of pine barren and hammock. Meantime, peas and cabbages and many a "green" besides grew and flourished under old man Spafford's fostering care. Crisp green lettuce and scarlet radishes already graced our daily board, and were doubly relished from being, so to speak, the fruit of our own toil. Paradise Plantation became the admiration of all the darkey and Cracker farmers for miles around, and it was with the greatest delight that Hope would accompany any chance visitor to the remotest corner of the farm, unfolding her projects and quoting Henderson to the open-mouthed admiration of her interlocutor. "Have you looked at the peas, lately, Hope?" asked the Pessimist one lovely February morning. "Not since yesterday: why?" "Come and see," was the reply; and we all repaired to the seven-acre lot in company. A woeful sight met our eyes--vines nipped off and trampled down and general havoc and confusion in all the ranks. "Oh, what is it?" cried Merry in dismay. "It's de rabbits, missy," replied old man Spafford, who was looking on with great interest. "Dey'll eat up ebery bit o' greens you got, give 'em time enough." "This must be stopped," said Hope firmly, recovering from her stupor of surprise. "I shall have a close fence put entirely around the place." "But you've just got a new fence. It will cost awfully." "No matter," replied Hope with great decision: "it shall be done. The idea of being cheated out of all our profits by the rabbits!" "What makes them look so yellow?" asked the Invalid as the family was looking at the peas over the new close fence some evenings later. "Don't they always do so when they blossom?" asked Hope. "How's that, Spafford?" inquired the Pessimist. "Dey ain't, not to say, jis' right," replied that functionary, shaking his head. "Why, what's the matter?" asked Hope quickly. "Groun' too pore, I 'spec', missis. Mighty pore piece, dis: lan' all wore out. Dat why dey sell so cheap." [Illustration: "IT'S DE RABBITS, MISSY."]