A garden rosary . 8o A GARDEN ROSARY August i8 happened to he passing hack ofthe little shack on the hill to-day, and I found a great com-motion. The flowers which I have thrownthere from time to time were swarmingturhulently all over the place, quarrelingand laughing, like servants dismissedfrom duty in the masters rooms, andquartered in their own hall. The golden glow had grown too rankfor any use. The mornijig-glory washugging a rosehush in a playful, yet ma-licious grip. The rose had flung off hertwo extra leaves^ and reverted to trumpet vine had jumped up on theroof, and, lik
A garden rosary . 8o A GARDEN ROSARY August i8 happened to he passing hack ofthe little shack on the hill to-day, and I found a great com-motion. The flowers which I have thrownthere from time to time were swarmingturhulently all over the place, quarrelingand laughing, like servants dismissedfrom duty in the masters rooms, andquartered in their own hall. The golden glow had grown too rankfor any use. The mornijig-glory washugging a rosehush in a playful, yet ma-licious grip. The rose had flung off hertwo extra leaves^ and reverted to trumpet vine had jumped up on theroof, and, like a naughty hoy, was tug-ghtg at the shingles. Even the mild-facedclematis, who has always heen such a dig-nified matron with white apron and cap,was indulging in intimate conversationwith a vulgar wild carrot, that had had theaudacity to push its way in. All was con-fusion and uproar and mishehavior. The A GARDEN ROSARY 8l privet, whom I had always seen a high andhaughty footman at the front door, wasensnared int
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