He has peas this year ahead of everybody else in the neighborhood, and it was only day before yesterday that he took me out to look at them.

He has been watching them ever since they first came up out of the ground, and when he showed me the nice big pods and told me they would be ready to pick in a day or two, he looked so proud and happy that you might have thought his peas were little living people.

I truly believe that even at prayer-time he could not help thinking how good those peas would taste.
"But this morning when he came in from the garden and told mother that he was going to pick our first peas, so as to have them perfectly fresh for dinner, she said that he would better not pick them to-day, because the vegetable man had been along just after breakfast, and he had had such nice green peas that she had bought some, and therefore he had better keep his peas for some other day.
"Now, I don't want you to think that mother isn't just as good as gold, for she is.

But she doesn't take such interest in garden things as father does, and to her all peas are peas, provided they are good ones.

But when father heard what she had done I know that he felt exactly as if he had been stabbed in one of his tenderest places.