acquainted yet."

"That's right," said Mr. Blake. "Well, I'm glad to know you, Mr. Porter.
Hal and Mab will be pleased to have Roly-Poly back, I'm also glad to know
you're going to have a garden. I'm going to start my two youngsters with
one, and if Roly-Poly comes over, and digs out your seeds, let me know and
I'll keep him shut up."

"I will, and you do the same with my chickens. They're bad for scratching
in a garden, though I plan to keep them in their own yard. So your boy and
girl are going to have gardens; are they?"

"Yes. I want them to learn all they can about such things."

"I've got a boy, but he's too young to start yet. Sammie is only five,"
said Mr. Porter. "Well, doggie, I guess you're glad to get back home," and
he gave Roly-Poly to Mr. Blake who thanked his neighbor, asking him to
call again.

"Here, Hal and Mab!" called their father. "After this you must keep watch
of your pet. I guess there will be many gardens on our street this
Summer, and no dogs will be allowed in them until after the things are
well grown. So watch Roly-Poly."

Hal and Mab promised they would, and Mab said:

"Oh, that's a cute little boy next door. He has red hair."

"His name is Sammie," said Mr. Blake. "Now off to bed with you,
toodlekins!" and he made believe Roly-Poly threw kisses from his paws to