"You'll be late for school!" warned Mab.

"I'll run fast!" promised her brother. "Roly-Poly cried when I shut him
up. I want to let him out."

Soon the little dog came running out of the barn where Hal had locked him.
Over into Mr. Porter's yard ran Roly and Sammie laughed when he saw Hal's
pet rolling around in the pile of dried leaves Mr. Porter had raked
together.

"Roly, you be a good dog!" warned Mab, shaking her finger at him.

"I get him a cookie!" said Sammie with a laugh as he toddled toward the
house.

"Sammie likes dogs," said his father as Hal and Mab hurried on to school.

Mr. Blake was away longer than he thought he would be, and it was over a
week before he came back home. Each day Hal and Mab had placed the box of
tomato seeds in the warm sun before going to school, moving it when they
came home at noon and in the afternoon they also changed it so that the
soil would always be where the warm sun could shine on it. They sprinkled
water in the box, as their father had told them to do.

Then, the day when Daddy Blake came back from his business trip, Hal,
looking at the tomato box, cried:

"Oh, Mab! Look! There are a lot of little green leaves here."

"Yes, the tomatoes are beginning to grow," said Daddy Blake, when he had