"This is to be my pansy bed," said Susie. "The pansies are not set out yet. They are growing in a box in the kitchen window. I love them best of all. Don't they look like funny little faces in bonnets?" [Illustration: Pansies.] "That is what the Germans think, Susie," said Uncle Robert, laughing. "They call them 'little stepmothers.'" "I think it will be safe to put them out soon, Susie," said Mrs. Leonard. "Mother," called Donald from the vegetable garden, "the lettuce and radishes are growing finely, and here's a bean. Oh, there are lots of them just putting their heads through!" They all went over to look at the beans, and then walked down to the end of the garden where the currant and gooseberry bushes grew. "Oh, uncle," exclaimed Susie, "I wish you had come in time to see the trees in blossom! They were all pink and white. It was just lovely! only the flowers stayed such a little while." "I think Susie lived in the orchard those days," said Mrs. Leonard, smiling. "If I wanted her I was very sure to find her there." "I don't blame Susie," said Uncle Robert. "I would have stayed, too. There is nothing sweeter than apple blossoms. But you have other fruits besides apples, haven't you?" [Illustration: Apple Blossoms.] "Oh, yes," said Frank, who had just come from the barn, where he had gone after supper with his father. "There are pears and cherries and a few peach trees. But peaches don't do well here." "The blossoms are lovely," said Susie. "I believe Susie cares more for the flowers than she does for the fruit," said Donald. "I don't. I like the fruit, and plenty of it." "How many kinds of apples have you?" asked Uncle Robert. "About ten," replied Frank. "But father budded quite a number last year. The twigs came from Kansas." "They have fine apples in Kansas some years," said Uncle Robert. "I wonder if the budding is done as it was when I was a boy on the farm in New England." "This is the way father did it," said Frank. "First he cut a little piece of the bark off the twig with the bud on it. He had to do it very carefully with a sharp knife. Then he cut the bark on the branch of the tree like the letter T. He laid it back, and slipped the piece of bark with the bud on under it. Then he bound it all up with soft cotton, and left it to take care of itself." "Did it?" asked Uncle Robert. "Yes," answered Donald. "In a few weeks we took the binding off, and the bark had all grown together around the little bud." [Illustration: Budding] "There were ever so many of them," said Susie, "and they were all alike." "I wish they would hurry up and have some apples on them," said Donald. "If they're better than some we had last year, they'll be pretty good. "Come, children," said Mrs. Leonard. "It is getting damp. I think we'd better go in now." CHAPTER II. FRANK DRAWS A MAP OF THE FARM. After the lamps were lighted and they were all gathered in the sitting-room Uncle Robert began asking the children about the farm.