Queen of Spades

Queen it, did you say? cried Sue, in great spirits. Well, then, I shall be queen of spades. Get ‘em, and come with me. Bring a pickaxe, too. She led the way to a point not far from the dwelling, and resumed: A hole here, father, a hole there, Hiram, big enough for a small hemlock, and holes all along the northeast side of the house. Then lots more holes, all over the lawn, for oaks, maples, dogwood, and all sorts to pretty trees, especially evergreens.