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is full o' them, and some is growin' right out o' 

 the hearth cracks, and some walkin' down the road. 

 Besides, there 's Red Day Lilies, the kind that 

 ain't worth pickin', and Spotted Day Lilies, the 

 sort that has seeds something like Blackberries, all 

 tumbling down the steep among the stones, back 

 o' where the house stood. I reckon no picnic 

 folks has passed that way sence they 've been in 

 blow, or they 'd a yanked 'em up roots and all, or 

 otherways spoiled 'em." 



At this Flower Hat grew eager. This promised 

 something tangible, at last; something to please her 

 color -greedy eyes, perhaps also something to sketch, 

 surely something to photograph if the breeze, deli- 

 cious enough for driving, would hold its breath 

 awhile. 



Having a direct point in view, we straightway 

 then discovered at every turn in the road or fence 

 corner, beauty to lure us and delay our going. Here, 

 it was a vine of Trumpet Creeper, using an old 

 Bell pear tree for a trellis. There, as we turned 

 abruptly to go up a hill, full of flat resting-places, 

 like an easy flight of stairs, we faced a giant group 

 of Elecampane. The great rough -topped, downy - 

 lined leaves were clean and perfect, while the stalks 

 were topped by the golden -rayed flowers that glis- 



