"Now about the corn! Did you know, George, that corn is a most exhaustive crop?" "I don't even know what you mean." "I do," said Jack, "he means corn tires the soil." "Just so," continued The Chief, "the soil supplies food to the plant. Some crops use up more of the soil's goodness than others. Corn is one of these. Now, George, what do you think about planting a crop that works the soil very hard, especially when the soil you are dealing with is rather poor?" "It wouldn't be the best thing, I should say. Will you suggest good things to plant?" "Well, potatoes, tomatoes and cabbage demand less from the soil." "Then I choose cabbage, I'll plant that entire old slope to cabbage." "Now, Jack, suppose you talk." "I have decided to build a coldframe, so I can get a little earlier start with my plants; I suppose I should have begun this frame last fall. I know this--that I have to dig out my whole garden spot and fill it in. So I thought I could get a start with the coldframe while I was working at filling in. I have decided to plant lettuce, radish, beets, tomatoes, peppers and some flowers. I think I shall plant asters, stock and sunflowers." "Why sunflowers?" asked Philip. "I want the seed for my squirrel's feed next winter. Then, too, I think sunflowers make a pretty nice background for a garden." "If you wish to drop in to see me before the next week's meeting we'll have plans for the coldframe worked out to explain to the boys then. You measure the space where you are going to put the frame and ask your father about the lumber. As lumber is your father's business, I should almost think you could get us some soft wood, say white-wood, for our stakes and markers," suggested The Chief. "Of course, I can," promised Jack. "Now Peter," said Jay. "My garden is to be just potatoes." "Peter and potatoes!" jeered Albert. "Oh, Peter!" "I don't care, I'm for potatoes and profit." "Peter always does make money. So I suppose his potatoes will turn into money, too," volunteered Philip. "My stunt," said Myron next, "is to be strawberries. I want to raise strawberries. Mr. Marsh, on the Longmeadow Farm, has offered to give me some plants. I'll do the corn stunt; aren't you going to, Pete?" "Of course, that was understood, and Philip will have his corn at grandfather's too, for a city backyard is no place for corn." "Now, Albert, you may talk for both of us," said Jay. "Our land has to be drained, but it is not exactly the same proposition that George has. Water stands on our land. We had thought of putting a drain pipe in. It seems as if there should be an easier way, but we don't know one," Albert stopped and looked at The Chief, who leaned back in his chair and thought a minute.