72 THE CORN LADY 



tiful that had found room in his heart. No, 

 of course, he has not sworn since. There's 

 no room for roughness and oaths in the heart 

 of a boy who has learned the lesson he did 

 that morning. 



A rabbit came one night and ate off some 

 of the tulips. Such mourning as there was 

 in camp the next morning. I am glad they 

 enjoy the flowers so much. We must have 

 even more next year. And I hope we can 

 have some hyacinths and crocuses, too. 



The eighth grade class all did creditable 

 work in the examinations. My mountaineer 

 was about ready to give -up on grammar. 

 He found it so hard and did not think he 

 could get it. But I said, "Do you mean 

 to tell me, Max, that a boy who knows as 

 much about corn as you do, will let gram- 

 mar get the best of him?" Then he buckled 

 down. We had the strongest class in the 

 county, the superintendent said. They were 

 alive and interested, and had done their best. 

 I knew that. 



We made a collection of different kinds 

 of weed seeds last Fall and this Spring, 

 when the farmers were buying their seed, 

 we examined samples of it to see if we could 

 identify any weed seeds in it. We found 



