Childhood in a Garden 



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garden without these three old favorites of history 

 and folk-lore. Of course we enjoyed the earlier 

 flower blooms and played happily with them ere 

 our dearest treasures came to us ; but never had we 

 full variety, zest, and satisfaction till this trio were 



Foxgloves in a Narragansett Garden. 



in midsummer bloom. There was a little gawky, 

 crudely-shaped wooden doll of German manufac- 

 ture sold in Worcester which I never saw else- 

 where ; they were kept for sale by old Waxier, the 

 German basket maker, a most respected citizen, 

 whose name I now learn was not Waxier but Weichs- 



