“Why, Feather Flop,” cried Mary Frances, “How you surprised me! I was so busy studying out Billy’s plan for the garden——” “Is he anywhere about?” inquired Feather Flop, looking around anxiously. “I thought I saw him go.” “Yes, he’s gone, Feather Flop,” laughed Mary Frances. “But let me show you—he has been planning such a delightful garden for me.” “Delightful!” shrilled Feather Flop. “Delightful! I don’t think so.” “Why, what makes you say that? How do you know what he planned?” inquired Mary Frances. “I heard every word, every word,” said the rooster. “Of course you didn’t see me—I was peeping in the window.” “Oh, Feather Flop!” cried Mary Frances. “Were you eaves-dropping?” “I was listening,” acknowledged Feather Flop, “and I don’t approve of the plan at all.” “Why, what’s wrong with it?” asked Mary Frances. “I think it’s beautiful.” “It’s not sensible!” said Feather Flop. “It’s not useful!” “But it seems perfect to me. How would you change it, Feather Flop?” “Nobody can eat flowers!” exclaimed Feather Flop. “See here,” he looked over Mary Frances’ shoulder as she sat down on the bench, and pointed with his claw, “that plan fills the entire front yard with bloomin’ plants and gives only the little back yard for such things as taste good!” “Dearie me! Dearie me!” laughed Mary Frances. “Is that it, Feather Flop? Why, don’t you love to see beautiful flowers?” “Not half as much as I do to eat beautiful lettuce and beet tops and other beautiful vegetables,” declared Feather Flop, shaking his head sadly. “It’s too bad, Feather Flop,” said Mary Frances, smoothing his fine feathers, “but I’ll see that you get plenty of such green things as you like.” “Oh, thank you, little Miss,” said the rooster. “If you will do that, I’m ready to help with your silly—I mean your brother’s, plan.” “Thank you, Feather Flop, for all your help,” said the little girl, “and good-bye for now. I must go or maybe mother will send Billy to look for me.” “Good-bye! good-bye!” cried Feather Flop, jumping off the bench and running away as fast as possible. CHAPTER V GARDENS FOR LITTLE FOLKS “HOW would you like another lesson on gardening to-day, Mary Frances?” asked Billy the next morning as he appeared at the door of the play house. “Oh, Billy, you know I’d just love to have one!” said Mary Frances, getting the desk ready. “This time we are to make a list of what to plant, if I remember correctly,” said Billy, taking a seat. “Let me see: we will try to plant the garden so that we will have flowers in bloom from early Spring till late Fall. In order to have flowering plants continuously in the garden, we must use the class of flowers called Per-en-ni-als,[A] _the roots of which live from year to year_. If we depend on An-nu-als,[B] the seeds of which must be planted every Spring, we will not have blooms until Summer or early Fall. So you see, in order to plan wisely, our next lesson is very important, and it is our— GARDEN LESSON No. 2