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LUTHER BURBANK 



Miss Eschscholtzia. 



CHAPTER XIII 

 MISS ESCHSCHOLTZIA* HAS A NEW DRESS 



Luther Burbank stood in the open near his home one 

 bright spring morning admiring the beauties of Nature 

 around him. There were wild flowers everywhere deli- 

 cate nestling baby blue-eyes, fragrant white forget-me-nots, 

 purple larkspurs, snowy meadow foam, all woven and in- 

 terwoven into one great rug. The upland ran one sea of 

 gold California poppies, lifting their shining yellow cups 



*S-sholt's*-a. 



