StNicholas [serial] . d no wheat, nor corn, nor timothy. The grassis green and keeps so until it is cut. Yet as youlook at the great sweeps of it in the valley and onthe mountain sides you will see that it is full ofclover, and white daisies, and blue forget-me-nots,and the cows love to eat them. No wonder theirmilk is so sweet! When it comes time to cut the grass the fieldsare dotted with the red petticoats of the women,and you see these little dots running far up thehills. These are the days when Dorothys pic-ture-window is almost like a great kaleidoscopein the changing colors of the harves
StNicholas [serial] . d no wheat, nor corn, nor timothy. The grassis green and keeps so until it is cut. Yet as youlook at the great sweeps of it in the valley and onthe mountain sides you will see that it is full ofclover, and white daisies, and blue forget-me-nots,and the cows love to eat them. No wonder theirmilk is so sweet! When it comes time to cut the grass the fieldsare dotted with the red petticoats of the women,and you see these little dots running far up thehills. These are the days when Dorothys pic-ture-window is almost like a great kaleidoscopein the changing colors of the harvesting—andaway above the fields the glistening snow is cov-ered with a light like a crown of gold. For a long time Dorothy had no had tried to form a friendship with a littleSwiss girl, but they had been brought up so dif-ferently that they, could not find much to talkabout, and when they found it neither could speakthe language of the other! Finally she learneda great deal of French and the Swiss-German.
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