With two or three motions of hands and knees she drew herself a few steps back to one of the exclusive bunches of balsams, and began with her two hands to root it up.

Actually she was grubbing, might and main, at the ungainly stalks of the balsams, pulling them up as fast as she could and flinging them aside, careless where.

Daisy came to help with her trowel, and together they worked, amicably enough but without a word, till the task was done.
A great space was left clear, and Molly threw herself back in her wonted position for taking observations.

Daisy wasted no time.

In hopeful delight she went on to make a hole in the ground in which to sink the pot of geraniums.