MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 183 



too hot either ; to smoke it often for the 

 death of the bugs ; to water it once a 

 day -, to move this and that into the sun 

 and out of the sun pretty constantly: 

 but she does all the work. We never 

 relinquish that theory. 



As we pass around the house, I dis 

 cover a boy in the ravine, filling a bag 

 with chestnuts and hickory-nuts. They 

 are not plenty this year ; and I suggest 

 the propriety of leaving some for us. 

 The boy is a little slow to take the idea : 

 but he has apparently found the picking 

 poor, and exhausted it ; for, as he turns 

 away down the glen, he hails me with, 



&quot; Mister, I say, can you tell me where 

 I can find some walnuts ? &quot; 



The coolness of this world grows upon 

 me. It is time to go in and light a 

 wood-fire on the hearth. 



