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Updated: June 28, 2025
"But let's see what Aunt Lolly is doing." Uncle Pennywait's wife was out among the cucumber vines now. She had planted them about the same time Hal had put in the five kernels of corn in each hill.
Over they went to the early-potato part of Uncle Pennywait's garden. There, on many of the green vines, were a lot of blackish and yellowish bugs, crawling and eating the leaves. "We'll just give them a dinner of Paris Green," said Uncle Pennywait, "and they won't eat any more of my vines." "What's Paris Green?" asked Mab.
As for Uncle Pennywait's potatoes, there were nearly ten bushels of them stored away down cellar, and Aunt Lolly had more than a dozen yellow pumpkins, one very big. Mother Blake's carrots measured over a barrel and there were many, many cans filled with Daddy Blake's tomatoes. "Now who won the prize?" asked Mab, as she looked at her bushels of beans and then at Hal's corn. "Did Hal or did I?"
Our garden has been a great success, even if the hail did spoil some things and bugs and worms part of other crops." The potatoes were really Uncle Pennywait's crop at least he had planted most of them and called them his, for the tomatoes were Daddy Blake's. And Uncle Pennywait kept careful count of every quart and bushel of the potatoes that were eaten, or put away for Winter.
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