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along rods up the sides and across close to the roof, while my trees

were not laden hat looked like bits of coloured glass, but the

loveliest of fruit, some smooth and of rich, deep, fiery criold on their ser and covered with a fine down, upon which lay a rich soft

car before, trained up against

walls; but here they were studded about beautiful little unsupported

trees, and their nuhtful

I began to understand nohy Old Brownsed with his

brother for me to cooing to learn how to grow fruit in this perfection, I stopped,

gazing here and there at the ripe and ripening peaches, that looked so

beautiful that I thought it would be a sin for thest fruit that, though I liked it, I

found so ht of eating

any, and though this sounds a strange thing for a boy to say, it is none

the less perfectly true In fact, as a rule, gardeners rather grudge

themselves a taste of their own delicacies