Old Pedro was as much surprised as I was when it began to come up.

Using that fertilizer was an experiment, too.

He swore it wouldn't help a bit.

Now he just scratches his head and says God did it.
We've got fifty acres out there as green as paint and you can almost see it grow.

If nothing happens we ought to harvest it by the middle of February, and if God keeps on doing things for us, we may get as much as twenty-five bushels to the acre.