Just try (the" effect 

 of one day in the 

 meadows or woods 

 of early June and 

 \-ou will find it a 

 real tonic to mind 

 and brain. 



" In early June when 

 the earth laughs 

 out, 



When the fresh 

 winds make love 

 to the flowers, 



And woodlands 

 sing, and waters 

 shout." 



We grudge every 

 moment spent in- 

 doors ; and surel\- 

 even the most delicate mollycoddle in the world need not fear cold or 

 chill. So let us be up betimes, not to lose the freshness and charm 

 of the early morning, or to have to do our walking when the sun is 

 high in the sky. 



Our sketching "kit" reduced to a minimum weight, a simple 

 sandwich luncheon added to our knapsack, a 

 camp stool for those who do not appreciate 

 the delights of sitting, gipsy- 

 like, on the grass, and our 

 outfit for a long gladsome 

 day is complete. 



Leaving the main road 

 and motors far behind, let 

 us follow a secluded field- 

 path or lane, until we find a 

 meadow or cornfield bordered 

 with trees and hedgerows, 

 affording, not only .some 

 welcome shade from the sun 

 when at its hottest, but a 

 treasury of delightful " bits " 

 for study as well. Graceful 

 branches of wild roses wave 

 above us, scattering their 

 pink petals at our feet if we 

 pick but one tiny bud. 



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