The Rescue of an Old Place 



We give our ' Anybody can put in a tree or a shrub 

 airing. and let it alone, but it takes nerve to 

 wheel it about like a baby in a go-cart. 



We have neighbors who employ the 

 conventional methods with dazzling re- 

 sults, but, on the whole, we doubt if their 

 vast and imposing plantations give them 

 as much enjoyment as our more personal 

 intercourse with our little family of grow- 

 ing things. We are quite sure that each 

 scrubby little Pine on the hill is dearer to 

 us than a thicket of well-fed trees planted 

 by a nurseryman. 

 Parable of " You will know my children," said the 



t t t heF l X and Owl t0 the F X > With wh m She had made 



a compact to spare them, " by their being 

 the most beautiful little darlings in the 

 whole world." But when the Fox came 

 to the nest full of big-eyed, long-billed, 

 unfledged frights, he failed to recognize 

 the description, and ate them all up un- 

 der a misapprehension. De nobis fabnla. 

 We are afraid that most people would 

 pronounce in favor of the upholstering of 

 the professional, rather than of our pri- 

 vate efforts at lawn-furnishing, but we can 

 recommend our method on the ground of 

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