172 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



amiability with every stitch. Five cents 

 is dirt cheap for such a pleasure. 



The things I may do in my garden 

 multiply on my vision. How fascinating 

 have the catalogues of the nurserymen 

 become ! Can I raise all those beautiful 

 varieties, each one of which is prefera 

 ble to the other? Shall I try all the 

 kinds of grapes, and all the sorts of 

 pears ? I have already fifteen varieties 

 of strawberries (vines) ; and I have no 

 idea that I have hit the right one. 

 Must I subscribe to all the magazines 

 and weekly papers which offer premiums 

 of the best vines ? Oh that all the 

 strawberries were rolled into one, that I 

 could enclose all its lusciousness in one 

 bite ! Oh for the good old days when 

 a strawberry was a strawberry, and there 

 was no perplexity about it ! There are 

 more berries now than churches ; and 

 no one knows what to believe. I have 



