D.W. Grows a Plant 

 

D.W. was frowning.


She was in her room, staring at a small pot on the windowsill.


"Come on," she said. "I'm waiting."


She seemed to be talking to the pot. But the pot didn't talk back. It just sat there.
 

D.W. drummed her fingers on the windowsill. "I'm still waiting," she said. Arthur came in behind her.


"Waiting for what?" he asked.


"Waiting for my plant to grow," she explained.


"Really?" Arthur had never heard of anyone doing that before.

  
 D.W. nodded. "I know what's supposed to happen, but I wanted to see it for myself." She frowned. "I've been sitting and sitting, and so far nothing. I don't understand it. I did everything I was supposed to. Mom explained to me that plants need water and sun to grow."


"That's true," said Arthur. "And you're right, you've done everything you should. But, D.W., plants don't grow much while you're watching."


His sister frowned.


"Why not? Does it make them nervous? Are they shy?" She looked hard at the pot. "Is that the problem?"


Arthur shook his head. "No, no, it's not that. It's just that plants grow slowly. If you check every few days, you'll see everything that's happening. You won't miss a thing."


"Really?"


Arthur nodded. "I promise."


D.W. stood up and stretched. "In that case, I'm going out to play."


"How come?" asked Arthur.


D.W. smiled. "Well," she said, "I've got my own growing to do."