. The Ladies' home journal. Honey and amblearound the quiet garden where Jill plantedthe white and blue tulips last fall. Honeyand I no longer race around or jump overthings; we remember the days when we did,but now our birthdays come along, and to-gether we walk thoughtfully over the flag-stones. Paw and foot fall on the lemon thymebetween the rosy-gray stones. The dusk isviolet-colored down by the brook. Then Honey lifts her head and her darkdreamy eyes meet mine and her tail wagsviolently. A hopeful rabbit hops outside thepicket fence, looking over the pea makes a wild dash f
. The Ladies' home journal. Honey and amblearound the quiet garden where Jill plantedthe white and blue tulips last fall. Honeyand I no longer race around or jump overthings; we remember the days when we did,but now our birthdays come along, and to-gether we walk thoughtfully over the flag-stones. Paw and foot fall on the lemon thymebetween the rosy-gray stones. The dusk isviolet-colored down by the brook. Then Honey lifts her head and her darkdreamy eyes meet mine and her tail wagsviolently. A hopeful rabbit hops outside thepicket fence, looking over the pea makes a wild dash for him, ears flying,nose quivering. I can run as fast as anybody when thereis a real reason. she says. And April is in my heart again. THE END Questions about washers women want answered! How about installation costs? Large plumbing bills? Will it drain thehot water supply? Any compli-cated machinery to get out ofwhack? Must you bolt it down?Important questions—but youcan forget em all when you buya YOUNG washing machine!.
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