The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1912-05-02


he grabbed the rake in one hand and
the broom in the other from where
they had been left against tree.
Lets have it rambling and wild in
stead of formal. There must be wind
Ing paths"
And odd-shaped BEDS" from Mrs.
Neyrock. you can't dig with a rake.
Henry. Get the spade"
Neyrock had spaded up quite bit
of earth when Lillmire came along.
Lillmire is the sort of summer resort
er who dOns spotless white fannels
and soft hat. never steps off the
walk and fancies that he is getting
close to nature.
"Hello!" said Lillmire over the front
rail fence. will you please tell me
why you are spelling the grass?"
There isn't any grass" insisted
Neyrock. only this scrubby stuff.
l am making a garden"
You should plan 1t on paper first"
said Lillmire. "Otherwise how in the
world do you know whether you are
NA66Ah6 OSuo VI polAo'
That's so,' said Mrs. Neyrock. "I'll
get some paper!"
you must have a pool in it." added
Lillmire as he moved along.
"Ill get the galvanized iron tub
from the WE'LL" said Neyrock at that.
land put it down here-this is the
pool"
I'VE might carry the bricks left
over from the barn foundation" sug-
lay them down to outline roughly the
walks and beds!"
"Splendid idea" said Neyrock
At once they dropped the rake, the
spade, the broom and the papers and
pencils and began carrying bricks
| They had to scatter them far apart to
outline everything. Just as they were
finishing the Crayfoots stopped their
automobile out in front
How do?" said Crayfoot. Il hadn't
any idea any one here was going to
start brickyard Send me over a
load for my new chicken house. will
, your"
Its a garden" explained Mrs Ney-
rock, rather shortly She was con-
scious that her hair was stringy, her
dress horribly muddy and her usually
white hands a sight from carrying
brick.
OH" murmured Mrs. Crayfoot from
the machine. with all the exasperat-
ing sweetness of one in frilly, fluffy,
immaculate attire. do you like that
sort of thing?"
"Cat!" muttered Mrs Neyrock in
tensely as the machine plowed on.
"She just loved to make me feel like
day laborer! Henry. can't get the
idea of pool from an empty tub
I'm going to turn the hose into 1t and
fill it,"
"All right" agreed Neyrock. 81 think
we're getting on splendidly. We prob
ably can't get it all done today. but
we can sketch 1t out. There ought to
be an arbor at this curve in the walk.
with vines over it"
/ Get the stepladder. and set it there
so We'll remember it's an arbor, then"
directed Mrs. Neyrock. Il wish had
something to sit on-gardening is hard
work."
Here" said Neyrock, turning over
the hose reel, "sit on this"
II am planning whether to have
roses or peoples here" unused Mrs.
Neyrock. "or would you advise tuips?'
do you suppose there would be
any room left for a few tomato
vines?" inquired her husband.
i've heard of gardens that had
parsley instead of candytuft for bor-
ders," said Mrs Neyrock eagerly.
"Hello!" said Bingle from over the
fence. What is the trouble? Has
there been fire, that you've moved
everything into the front yard? But
why save the bricks?"
This" said Neyrock with as much
dignity as one can show when there
Is earth on ones face, when perspira-
ton has soaked ones collar and when
ones shoes are covered with mud. rs
garden!"
"There will be roses here" ex-
planned Mrs. Neyrock. pointing at the
spade. land an arbor there" waving
her hand at the stepladder. land the
main walk runs along that rake and
think I'll have nasturtiums here and
pink phlox over"
Fine" said Bingle. But OF course
you realize that you can't start gar
den now! It's months too late!"
There was an appalled, silence on
the part of the weary Neyrocks as
they stared at each other.
Then Neyrock threw down the
trowel on the only unoccupied spot on
the lawn Jaw, who wants an OLD
garden anyhow" he demanded as he
ctonnad hackUard-and sat down IN