Chapter LV: Bob and Billy’s Vacation

THE boys had been at school several weeks, and Mary Frances and Eleanor were well started in their studies, when one golden-leafed day in October, each girl received a letter from her brother as they stopped at the post office on their way from school.

“We’re coming home on Friday,” both letters read alike, “to plant the bulbs, and we’ll expect your help after school, and all day Saturday, if necessary; and we’ll hope—just hope—for some play house cooking.”

“Isn’t it comical for them to say just the same thing!” exclaimed Eleanor.

“Won’t we have fun!” Mary Frances answered. “Let’s see, this is Wednesday. I wonder if Billy wrote to Mother.” And away they flew to find out.

“Mother, you’ve known for several days, I just believe,” declared Mary Frances, whereat her mother laughed and confessed that she had known, but that it was her turn to keep a surprise in store for them. Then all three fell to making plans for the visit.

“We’ll give a dinner in the play house,” decided Mary Frances, “and invite you and Father.”

“Oh, you children would have more pleasure without grown-ups,” protested her mother.

“Not a bit of fun without _our_ kind of ‘grown-ups,’ you mean,” Mary Frances contradicted lovingly. “Doesn’t she, Eleanor?”

“Yes, indeed!” Eleanor answered emphatically.

“You dear children!” was all the mother said, but the girls knew that their invitation was accepted.

When the boys came, there was so much to talk about that they didn’t get to work until Saturday. There were stories of the jokes which the second year fellows played on the “Freshies,” and of the winning of the big football game, and of the rigid training in athletics, and a volume of other talk new to the girls; at least, new to Eleanor, and equally entertaining to Mary Frances and her parents.

“I wrote ‘the governor’ all about that,” said Bob as he finished relating one particularly amusing incident.

The girls looked puzzled.

“He means his ‘old man,’” explained Billy.

“Oh, Billy! How you talk!” cried Mary Frances. “Do you mean his father?”

“Sure guess!” nodded Billy.

“Well, Father, if that’s the way they learn to talk, I shouldn’t think you’d let them go back.” Mary Frances pretended to be indignant.

But he only laughed, saying, “Oh, they’ll outgrow it.” And the boys took up anew the threads of their stories.

It was quite late before they got to bed, but they were up bright and early Saturday morning.

“We fellows haven’t time now to explain why bulbous plants bloom so readily in the Spring.”

“We know; don’t we, Mary Frances?” Eleanor exclaimed without thinking.

Mary Frances pursed her lips to look like “Hush!” and shook her head, which made Eleanor remember that Jack-in-the-Pulpit and Bouncing Bet’s lessons were to be a secret.

“If you know so much, Nell,” Bob replied mockingly, “perhaps you can tell the difference between a corm, a rhizome, a tuber, and a fleshy root.”

“Well! Well!” cried Mary Frances, “I guess we better not lay claim to any more knowledge,” and she winked at Eleanor, who nodded understandingly.

“But,” said Billy, opening his note-book, “we will tell you a little something about—

THE PLANTING OF BULBS

Anyone can have flowers which grow from bulbs.

They require so little care that everybody can be
cheered in the early Spring with the sunshine of
daffodils, and the fragrance of hyacinths, and the gay
color of tulips; which, after the dullness of winter,
are appreciated more, perhaps, than any other flowers.

Their leaves and flowers being wrapped with their food
supply, in the storage bulbs, it takes only the call of
a few days of warmth and sunshine to bring them into
bloom.

So every one should—

PLANT SPRING-FLOWERING BULBS IN AUTUMN

In October or November is the best time of the year for
planting Spring-flowering bulbs; in localities where
the Winters are not severe, December is perfectly safe.

The bulbs should have time to make some roots before
the ground freezes.

HOW TO PLANT BULBS

Bulbs do not like clayey soil, nor do they like
dampness; neither do they thrive on fresh manure.

Remembering this, you already know just about what kind
of soil they need—well-drained, loamy soil, full of
humus or well-rotted manure, and some sand; for sandy
soil is needed by all bulbs.

If you do not have such garden soil, dig quite large
holes with your trowel, and fill them with such a
mixture. If you do not have well-rotted manure, use a
sprinkling of bone meal.

DEPTH TO PLANT

A good rule for the depth to plant bulbs is twice their
length; but sometimes it pays to plant them deeper to
protect them.

If planted deeper they come into bloom a little later,
but the protection of the depth may save them from
destructive freezing.

WHERE TO PLANT BULBS

Blooms of bulbs look beautiful anywhere. One need not
hesitate to place them in masses (a number near each
other) in the garden borders, for after they bloom and
die down, there will be no bare spots if some annuals,
with short roots, are grown over them; such as alyssum,
ageratum, violas, verbenas.

Plant the low-growing sorts of bulbs in the front, and
the taller kinds in the back of the garden.

Cover, when the ground begins to freeze, with several
inches of dry leaves or grass.

Most bulbs do best if not lifted after blooming; that
is, let them be in the ground for several years. Then
the new bulbs which have grown on the old ones will
need to be separated and planted.

Narcissus and daffodils may remain many years without
disturbing.

Hyacinths do not do as well as other out-door hardy
bulbs, becoming less vigorous each year. They do a
little better if the bulbs are lifted and dried in the
Summer and replaced in the Fall.

If you plant—

BULBS IN THE GRASS

One caution is necessary: after they are through
blooming, wait until the green leaves turn yellow
before cutting the grass. If the leaves are cut before
they turn, the bulbs will die.

Nowhere else do such flowers look so beautiful as in
the grass.

To plant small bulbs, such as crocus, dig holes in the
turf with an apple-corer, or with a “dibble,” which is
a pointed stick. Throw in a tiny bit of bone meal and
some sand. After placing the bulb, being certain to put
the root end down, and the pointed top up, cover with
sand and pack the turf firmly back in place.

A better way is to lift the turf with a spade. Dig,
to loosen up the soil; add a little bone meal; plant
bulbs, replace sod.

To place them in an artistic position, throw down a
handful and plant where they fall.