called in from her first
ramble in a "really, truly pasture," she found the expressman at the
door of the little house.

"Something for you, Margery," said her mother, with the look she had
when something nice was happening.

It was a box, quite a big box, with a label on it that said:--

MISS MARGERY BROWN,
WOODVILLE, MASS.

From Seeds and Plants Company, Boston.

Margery could hardly wait to open it. It was filled with little
packages, all with printed labels; and in the packages, of course, were
seeds. It made Margery dance, just to read the names,--nasturtium,
giant helianthus, coreopsis, calendula, Canterbury bells: more names
than I can tell you, and other packages, bigger, that said, "Peas:
Dwarf Telephone," and "Sweet Corn," and such things! Margery could
almost smell the posies, she was so excited. Only, she had seen so
little of flowers that she did not always know what the names meant.
She did not know that a helianthus was a sunflower till her mother told
her, and she had never seen the dear, blue, bell-shaped flowers that
always grow in old-fashioned gardens, and are called Canterbury bells.
She thought the calendula must be a strange, grand flower, by its name;
but her mother told her it was the gay, sturdy, every-dayish little
posy called a marigold. There was a great deal for a little city girl
to be surprised about, and it did seem as if morning was a long way off!

"Did you think you could plant them in the morning?" asked her mother.
"You know, dear, the ground has to be made ready first; it takes a
little time,--it may be several days before you can plant."

That was another surprise. Margery had thought she could begin to sow
the seed right off.

But this was what was done. Early the next morning, a man came driving
into the yard, with two strong white horses; in his wagon was a plough.
I suppose you have seen ploughs, but Margery never had, and she watched
with great interest, while the man and her father took the plough from
the cart and harnessed the horses to it. It was a great, three-cornered
piece of sharp steel, with long handles coming up from it, so that a
man could hold it in place. It looked like this:--

"I brought a two-horse plough because it's green land," the man said.
Margery wondered what in the world he meant; it was green grass, of
course, but what had that to do with the kind of plough? "What does he
mean, father?" she whispere