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that must have been before he started the 

 crab orchard. Why, that phlox can t be less 

 than forty years old, anyway.&quot; 



&quot; Dear me ! &quot; I took back the delicate spray; 

 &quot;it does n t look it.&quot; 



&quot;No. Don t you wish you could look like 

 that when you re forty?&quot; he philosophized; 

 and added, &quot;Is there much of it?&quot; 



&quot;Five or six roots, but there won t be many 

 blossoms, it s so shady.&quot; 



&quot;We might move it and give it a chance.&quot; 



&quot;Let s! We ll dig it up this fall, and put it 

 over on the south side of the house, in that 

 sunny open place.&quot; 



When October came, we took Aunt Deb 

 orah s phlox and transplanted it to where it 

 could get the sunshine it had been starving 

 for all those years. I sat on a stump and 

 watched Jonathan digging the holes. 



&quot;You don t suppose Henry will cut them 

 down for weeds when they come up, do you? &quot; 

 I said. 



&quot;Seems probable,&quot; said Jonathan. &quot;You 

 might stick in a few bulbs that ll come up 

 early and mark the spot.&quot; 



&quot;Oh, yes. And we could put a line of sweet 



