"You're growing potatoes here?"
Having received some praise, Jim Thorne didn't find Adrian Hawthorne quite so annoying anymore. He stopped urging his sister to go home and instead wandered around the hillside. When he saw the patch of wasteland Adrian had cleared, he couldn't help but ask, a mocking look on his face.
"You're so smart, Jim! That's right, he's growing potatoes!" Tansy seized the opportunity to praise him.
Jim Thorne puffed out his chest, practically wagging his tail with delight. Tansy had said more nice things to him today than ever before. 'She really does like me best,' he thought.
"Mr. Hawthorne is amazing too, he knows how to grow potatoes!"
'I can't play favorites,' Tansy thought. 'Jim needs praise, but the future mogul needs it even more. I can't leave either of them out.' She licked her lips. All that talking had made her thirsty.
A smile touched Old Master Tate's eyes. 'This little girl is really going to great lengths,' he thought.
