"Are you picking them?" asked Bunny. "Are you picking the onions?"
"No, little man. I'm pulling up the weeds."
"I'll help you," offered Bunny, and, stooping over, he began to pull up some tall, round green stalks.
"Don't! Oh, don't do that!" cried the man.
"Why?" asked Bunny, and Sue, who had started to do as her brother was doing, looked up, wondering what was wrong.
"Why, you're pulling up the onions!" said the man. "We want them to grow."
"Oh!" said Bunny. He looked, but he could not tell which were the weeds and which the onions.
"Is this a weed?" asked Sue, and she pulled up something green. "It smells like a weed! Oh, I don't like the smell!" and she made a funny face, as she brought her hands near her nose.
"That's an onion," the hired man said. "I guess you had better run in from the garden, and let me do the weeding. When you get older you can tell which are weeds and which are onions."
