OUR MOUNTAIN GARDEN 



wall, was seemingly a vast affair. At least 

 I thought so as I patiently dug it with my 

 trusty little spade day after day, and made 

 such slow progress that summer began to 

 wane and still it was only half done. At 

 length I had ignominiously to call on the 

 Handy Lad next door for help. He came, 

 and in half a day his sturdy arms had 

 dug and crumbled the soil of the other 

 half of the bed, which, it appears, was 

 not so big after all ! At last it was ready, 

 and the soil as well prepared as my inex- 

 perience permitted, and I proceeded with 

 enthusiasm to plant in it the seedlings 

 for the reception of which it had been 

 made. But although the expedition of 

 the Handy Lad had caused me to change 

 my views in regard to the size of the 

 bed, I now speedily changed them back 

 again, for I found that fifty little inch- 

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