MrRutherford's children . sa, they grow among thegrass so—I couldnt let em stand if I wanted I was to mow round every bunch of daisies, 104 sybils birthday. he added, shaking his head, I guess theyd begone to seed by the time I got through, andyoud be grown up, Miss Chryssa. No I shouldnt, said Chryssa gravely. Un-cle Ruth says you mow very fast, Garret; and itwould take me a great while to grow up. Then well have a beautiful young lady here 1said Garret. 0 I dont know, said Chryssa who wasbraiding three blades of grass with great intent-ness. Everybody dont grow up pretty. 0 Iknow what
MrRutherford's children . sa, they grow among thegrass so—I couldnt let em stand if I wanted I was to mow round every bunch of daisies, 104 sybils birthday. he added, shaking his head, I guess theyd begone to seed by the time I got through, andyoud be grown up, Miss Chryssa. No I shouldnt, said Chryssa gravely. Un-cle Ruth says you mow very fast, Garret; and itwould take me a great while to grow up. Then well have a beautiful young lady here 1said Garret. 0 I dont know, said Chryssa who wasbraiding three blades of grass with great intent-ness. Everybody dont grow up pretty. 0 Iknow what Ill do ! Ill make a leaf carpetAnd away she ran to the bladder-senna tree. It had large smooth leaves, and with a quan-tity of these in her frock and a tumbler of waterby her side, Chryssa was soon seated on thefront steps making a carpet: for by wetting theleaves she could make them stick together quitesecurely. Then came tea, when all the cakes small andgreat made their appearance ; and after tea thecompany went CHAPTER VIII. CHICKENS AND EGGS. A UNT Esther, said Sybil one day after din-ner, may we go down to the garden andlook for strawberries V The strawberries are all gone, child, long ago. 106 CHICKENS AND EGGS. O no maam, I dont mean the Lafaettes, northe—the—what do you call them ?—the Chilis ;but the little Alpine strawberries that grow byChryssas garden. You know they bear all sum-mer. O yes, said Chryssa jumping down from herchair, and then I can see if any of my damaskroses are out. May we, Aunt Esther? If you wont stay too long. The sun is veryhot. We wont stay too long, replied the youngones as they ran off. The garden lay to the north of the house ; andon either side the gate as you entered were thetwo little plots of ground which the childrencalled their own. They were not very full offlowers as yet, though from time to time brought home some roots or plantsthat he had found in the market, and placedthem here. The last arrival of thi
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