She ran to her garden, saying, "I'm going to put this pea-baby to bed again. Do you think it will grow, uncle?" "It may, but it is not good for it to be out of bed too long." "I'll put a stick by it," said Susie, "so I can watch it. Good-by, baby," giving the ground a little pat; "go to sleep." Then she ran after Uncle Robert and Donald. "How thick the morning glories are!" said Donald. "Some of them have several leaves on, but here is one with only two." "They don't look as the bean leaves do," said Susie. "The beans are so thick! These have real leaves." "Yes," said Uncle Robert, "and if you could see them in the seed, you would see these leaves all curled up in their hard coat." "This one is just putting its head through the ground," said Susie, "and it has part of the shell on it yet." "It looks as the little chickens do sometimes," laughed Donald, "when they come out of the nest with a piece of the shell sticking to their backs." "That hard shell is a great protection to the tender plant as it works its way up through the soil," said Uncle Robert. "If these seed leaves are real leaves, uncle," asked Donald, "what feeds the baby morning glories?" "There is plenty of food in the seed around the leaves," said Uncle Robert. "When the seed gets moist in the ground, it becomes so soft that the plant can use it. Have you ever noticed when you were eating corn the little hard bud that grows in each grain close to the cob?" "Yes, uncle," answered Susie. "That is the sweetest part of the corn." "That is the part," said Uncle Robert, "from which the new plant grows, and all the rest of the grain is the food stored up for it." "I wish we had some corn," said Susie, "so we could see it." "I'll go and get some," said Donald. "Oh, do, Don," said Susie, "and while he's gone, Uncle Robert, I can plant the rest of my seeds. I have only a few left." So Donald ran to the cornfield and Susie went to the garden. When he came back she had finished, and they joined Uncle Robert on the piazza. "The corn grows out of the side of the seed," said Donald. "See what a big root it has for such a little plant!" [Illustration: Sprouting corn.] "How pretty those leaves are!" said Susie. "They look like two little green feathers." "Some one else had the same thought, Susie," said Uncle Robert. "Did you ever hear the story the poet Longfellow tells about how the corn came to the Indians? You know it is called 'Indian corn.'" "No, uncle," said Susie. "Do tell us." So as they sat beside him on the piazza. Uncle Robert told the story of Hiawatha and Mondamin. "Hiawatha was a brave young Indian chief," began Uncle Robert, "who wanted to help his people. He knew that there were times when they had no food. In the winter the birds flew away. The 'big sea water,' as they called the great lake, was frozen over, and they could catch no fish. There were no wild berries in the woods. "'Master of Life,' he cried,'must our lives depend on these things?'