 I asked Isabella as we reached the turnip patch. Oh, no, no, no, thank you, she said. I couldn't possibly. Well, you wouldn't reject Isabella's turnips, would you? Let me just get you a sack. We have tons. I left her protesting in Isabella's garden. While I was filling the sack with turnips, I saw Isabella showing Teresa her carrots and cabbages, and Teresa glancing my way and then bending down to whisper something to Isabella.