nd red.

"It's a little beet!" cried Mab, clapping her hands in delight.

"No, they're radishes!" exclaimed Hal. "Aren't they, Daddy?"

"Yes, those are red early radishes. Here are some white ones over here for
you to pull, Mab. They are called icicles."

Mab gave a cry of delight as she pulled up some long, white radishes. They
did look a little like icicles.

"Radishes grow very quickly," said Daddy Blake. "They are ready to eat in
about five weeks after the seeds are planted--sooner even that the
quickest beans. But of course radishes do not keep over winter. They must
be eaten soon after they are pulled, and they make a good relish with
bread and butter. We'll have some for dinner."

And the Blakes did. It was the first thing they had from their new garden,
and Hal and Mab, who were allowed to eat a few, thought the radishes very
good.

Just as the children were getting up from the table one morning, to go out
and hoe a little among the corn and beans before going to school, they
heard a barking, whining, growling noise out in the yard, and the voice of
Sammie Porter could be heard crying:

"Oh, stop! Stop! Go on away! You're bad! Oh, come take him away! Oh! Oh!"

"Something has happened!" cried Daddy Blake, jumping up from his chair. "I
hope Sammie isn't hurt!"

CHAPTER V

THE POTATOES' EYES

Hal and Mab ran after their father as he hurried out into the yard. They
could hear Sammie crying more loudly now, and above his voice sounded a
growling and barking noise.

One part of the fence, between the Blake yard and that where Mr. Porter
had made his garden, was low, so that the two children could look over.
They saw Sammie standing near the fence, greatly frightened, and looking
at a tangle of morning glory vines in which something was wiggling around
and making a great fuss.

"Oh, what is it?" asked Hal.

"It's a--it's a lion!" cried the frightened Sammie. "A great--great big
lion, all fuzzy like!"

"Oh, it couldn't be a lion, Sammie," said Mr. Blake. "Tell me what it is
that scared you."

"'Tis a lion," said Sammie again. "He ran after me an' I ran an' he ran in
the bushes an' he's there now. He barked at me!"

"Ho! If he barked it's a DOG," cried Hal. "Where is he, Sammie?"

"In there," and Sammie pointed to the tangle of morning glory vines. Just
then Mab saw something that made her call out:

"Why it is a dog. It's OUR dog--Roly-Poly!"

"Are you sure?" asked her father. "Roly is