IOO MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



breeze will come at intervals, which can be heard 

 in the tree-tops, and which is an unobtrusive 

 benediction. I hear a quail or two whistling in 

 the ravine ; and there is a good deal of fragmen 

 tary conversation going on among the birds, 

 even on the warmest days. The companionship 

 of Calvin, also, counts for a good deal. He 

 usually attends me, unless I work too long in 

 one place ; sitting down on the turf, displaying 

 the ermine of his breast, and watching my move 

 ments with great intelligence. He has a feline 

 and genuine love for the beauties of Nature, and 

 will establish himself where there is a good view, 

 and look on it for hours. He always accompa 

 nies us when we go to gather the vegetables, 

 seeming to be desirous to know what we are to 

 have for dinner. He is a connoisseur in the 

 garden ; being fond of almost all the vegetables, 

 except the cucumber, a dietetic hint to man. 

 I believe it is also said that the pig will not eat 



