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rel which had been so inquisitive came down the tree, 

 and crossing the road in front of us, ran along on the 

 crooked fence, uttering his saucy, defiant chitter. The 

 httle girl called vehemently for me "to catch him!" and 

 she was inclined to be indignant that I did not do so. A 

 year ago, as we were driving around the Park Meadow, 

 a red squirrel, not quite grown, crossed the road and 

 made for a shade tree in the grass. I sprang out of the 

 carriage and gave chase, and just before it got out of 

 reach in the tree, caught it. We carried it home, where 

 it became the pet of the household. Since then 

 " Anemone " thinks I have only to make the effort, to 

 catch any squirrel we may see by the roadside. 



As we passed out into the open country between 

 meadows, a perfume, strong and sweet as rose or violet, 

 seemed to fill the land. At first it was a surprise, but 

 soon we saw that one of the meadows was filled with 

 clover, whose blossoms were neither red nor white, but a 

 kind of compromise, more nearly pink. It was the 

 Alsike, the most strongly fragrant of the leguminous 

 family. This beautiful clover was formerly supposed to 

 be a hybrid between the red and white clover, hence 

 its botanical name by Linna3us (Trifolium-hybridum), 

 but it is now conceded to be a distinct species. Still I 

 am inclined to think that it hybridizes with our little 

 white clover (T.-repens). Our clovers are all sweet- 

 scented, particularly the last named, which is such a 

 favorite with the honey bees. The red clover, with an 

 entirely different odor and quality of honey, is loved 

 equally well by the wholesome country bumble-bee, the 



