VI

They waited for the seeds to start; And patience is as great an art As farming is; but you must know Without it pumpkins will not grow! So many times they looked in vain, They thought they would not go again. Busy with other kinds of play, A week or more they stayed away. They waited till they ’most forgot, But one day, crossing o’er the lot, They went to look, and cried, “At last They’re up, and they are growing fast!”