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they would give for them, whether all would be
sold, whether my father would bring me back all
the money, or keep a part of it as rent for the
ground—this I meant to insist that he should
do—what fresh seeds I had better send for with
the first money that came to me; and so on, over
and over again.

As soon as JI heard my father returning home
that night, I flew to meet him. “Well, father?”

He took no notice, and a fecling of shyness came
over me, and made me dumb. I helped in silence
to unharness the horse and litter him down for the
night, waiting for my father to speak. But he
seemed to have quite forgotten my vegetables, and
it was not until I was handing him his second cup
of tea that I gathered courage to say, “ Did you
sell all my basketful, father ?”

“Some I sold, and some I gave to a friend of
mine,” he replied ; “it’s all gone, anyway.”

Gave them away! my beautiful young plants!
But I swallowed that, and continued, “And how
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much money
“How much! Don’t know. I mixed it in with

the rest ; *twas not much, that I know.”

This choked me. Nota penny to come to me,
who had worked for it, and reckoned on it so
eagerly. Nay, I was not even to know how much