1 86 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



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. 



