BURBANK 



In the summer time the yard was aglow with bright 

 flowers; and during the winter months geraniums, fuchsias, 

 and pinks bloomed in the windows of the cheery living 



room. Even as a baby 

 the child loved these 

 flowers, and nothing 

 pleased him more than 

 one of these bright blos- 

 soms placed in his hand. 

 He never destroyed it; 

 but if a petal fell, the 

 baby hands tried to re- 

 place it, that again the 

 flower might be perfect. 

 Once, when he was 

 beginning to toddle 

 about, he was found in 



the yard patiently en- 

 Pussy willows. -, 



deavonng to reset a 



little plant in the ground. At first it was thought that he 

 had pulled it up and was trying to undo the mischief; but 

 it was soon learned that the uprooting of the plant was 

 the work of another, and that it was only his grief at its 

 destruction which led to his efforts to make it grow again. 

 Soon the wild flowers around the home became his com- 

 panions and playmates. On the hillside, under the elm 

 tree in front of the house, grew some wild daisies. These 



