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All the arden,

clipping, training, loosening the earth around lilac, honeysuckle,

and Rose of Sharon The little German florist on the corner had

sent in two loads of richly fertilised soil and a barrel of forest

mould These she sweetened with lime, mixed in her srape-arbour, to the

thickets of pearl-gray iris, to the beloved roses, prairie clihbour's cat,

war-scarred and bold, traversing the fences in search of single

combat, halted to watch her; an early bee, with no blosso distractedly

The Craig's next-door neighbour, Camilla Lent, came out on her back

veranda and looked doith a sleepy nod of recognition and

good- her pretty arms luxuriously in the

sunshine

"You look very sweet down there, Ailsa, in your pink ginghaloves"

"And you look very sweet up there, Camilla, in your muslin frock

and satin skin! And every ti just enough to show the pink inside!"

"It's mean to call me plump!" returned Camilla reproachfully

"Anyway, anybody would yaith the Captain keeping the entire