. The long ago. And shiningclear and I see herwho was theSpirit of the Garden. friend and the Johnny-Jump-Up a play-fellow. The best place for angle-worms wasunderneath the white Syringa bush—thetallest bloomer in the garden except thegreat Red Rose that climbed over the en-tire wall of the house, tacked to it bystrips of red flannel, and whose blossomswere annually counted and reported tothe weekly newspaper. Another good place was under theSnowball bush, where the ground wascovered with white petals dropped fromthe countless blossom-balls that madepassers-by stop in admiration. Stil
. The long ago. And shiningclear and I see herwho was theSpirit of the Garden. friend and the Johnny-Jump-Up a play-fellow. The best place for angle-worms wasunderneath the white Syringa bush—thetallest bloomer in the garden except thegreat Red Rose that climbed over the en-tire wall of the house, tacked to it bystrips of red flannel, and whose blossomswere annually counted and reported tothe weekly newspaper. Another good place was under theSnowball bush, where the ground wascovered with white petals dropped fromthe countless blossom-balls that madepassers-by stop in admiration. Still another good digging-ground wasin the Lilac corner where the purple andwhite bushes exhaled their incomparableperfume. Grandmother forbade diggingin the flower-beds—it was all right to gointo the vegetable garden, but the tenderflower-roots must not be exposed to the ^^4- sun by ruthless boy hands intent only on the quest of bait Into the lapel of my dress coat Shefastened a delicate orchid last night. Itm
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