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Updated: June 5, 2025
It was raining on this particular day, the last day in the "trial month," and Jed, working at his lathe, momentarily expected Barbara to appear, with Petunia under one arm and a bundle of dolls' clothes under the other, to announce casually that, as it was such bad weather, they had run in to keep him, Mr. Winslow, from getting lonesome.
"Babbie has told me what happened to your dinner, and she and I want you to sit right down and have dinner with us. We're expecting you, everything is ready, and we shall yes, we shall be hurt if you don't stay. Shan't we, Babbie?" Barbara nodded vigorously. "Awf'ly," she declared; "'specially Petunia. You will stay, won't you, Mr. Winslow please?" Poor Jed!
Ruth nodded and murmured something from time to time, but to any one less engrossed by his subject than the captain it would have been evident she was paying little attention. Jed, who was being entertained by Babbie and Petunia, was absently pretending to be much interested in a fairy story which the former was improvising she called the process "making up as I go along" for his benefit.
He made the big mill that's up in our garret You haven't seen it yet, Uncle Charlie; it's going to be out on our lawn next spring and he gave it to me for a for a What kind of a present was that mill you gave me, Uncle Jed, that time when Mamma and Petunia and I were going back to Mrs. Smalley's because we thought you didn't want us to have the house any longer?" Jed looked puzzled.
I find however, that Peelajee understands the principles of toleration, and, recognising that he caters for my pleasure rather than his own, is quite willing to abandon his favourite yellow marigold and luscious jasmine for the pooteena and the beebeena and the fullax. But perhaps you do not know these flowers by their Indian names. We call them petunia, verbena, and phlox.
The balance of the conversation between the two was of a distinctly personal nature. "You see, Uncle Jed," said Barbara, as she jumped from his knee preparatory to running off to school, "I don't like you to do eccen-tricks and not talk to me. I don't like it at all and neither does Petunia. You won't do any more not for so long at a time, will you, Uncle Jed?" Jed sighed.
She took him by the arm and led him through the woodshed and into the kitchen. She would have led him further, into the sitting- room, but he hung back. "No, ma'am, no," he said. "I I guess I'll stay here, if you don't mind." There was a patter of feet from the sitting-room and Barbara came running, Petunia in her arms. At the sight of their visitor's lanky form the child's face brightened.
She's a pretty good little girl, generally speaking," drawing the child close and smiling down upon her, "but sometimes she is heedless and forgets. Yesterday she forgot, didn't you, dear?" Barbara shook her head. "I didn't forget," she said. "I mean I only forgot a little. Petunia forgot almost EVERYTHING. I forgot and went as far as the bridge, but she forgot all the way to the clam field."
"Oh, Mr. Winslow!" she cried. "Did you come to see where Petunia and I were? Did you?" Jed looked down at her. "Why why, I don't know's I didn't," he admitted. "I I kind of missed you, I guess." "Yes, and we missed you. You see, Mamma said we mustn't go to the shop to-day because Oh, Mamma, perhaps he has come to tell you we won't have to " Mrs. Armstrong interrupted.
I have always received the most pleasure from planting distinct colors, like the yellows, the blues, the whites, and the purples, and the only way in which I can make sure of getting just the colors I want is to tell the florist about them, and instruct him to send me those colors when his seedlings come into bloom. Petunia. Another of the "stand-bys." A plant that can always be depended on.
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