Where will we meet?"
"Le's stay in the Mounted Police Camp tonight. Colonel Handler,
told us we could, and this is official business all right."
Beany reached the greenhouses and amused himself by talking with
Mr. O'Neill, the head gardener. Porky lounged against the gate,
and watched the tired sightseers drag out. By six they were all
gone, and Porky felt that he could go back and sit down awhile.
It occurred to him to get a close look at a wonderful piece of
Mr. O'Neill's work that stood in the center of the beautiful lawn
facing the central gateway.
The floral piece was a little house, about the size of a large
dog house, all made of growing plants. The sides were green, and
the roof was lovely shades of red foliage plants. They were all
clipped short and smooth, and it was the prettiest thing
imaginable. There was even a door with broad hinges, looking as
though it would really open, and the little windows were glass.
Porky had always thought that the inside must be of solid earth;
but when he walked close, and stooped to look in he was surprised
to find it a real little wooden house with wooden wall and floor,
and over that a steel lattice work where the plants were rooted
in moss and earth.
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