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When my plants were six inche[s] high I had the rows made, and I transplanted them myself on a rainy day.

I received much pleasure in watching the plants grow.

Mrs. Brinson the leader of my club died. Then all the girls in our club but one other and myself destroyed their tomatoes.

After her death I worked my tomatoes as I thought best.

I did not have a visit from a field agent or superintendent until the last of July. Miss Bertie Harrell came to see me.

Then my tomatoes were nearly ready to can.

She came to help me can my