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last have, I am told, very magnificent flowers, and 

 in order to have them very fine, a great deal of 

 fresh manure has been dug in to nearly two feet 

 in depth. 



Some days ago, I planted a number of rose- 

 trees, contributions from all my kind friends. I 

 have also made little edgings to all my beds ; 

 and I am now, like a mere child, already longing 

 for the time when I shall see them covered with 

 blossoms. But I have not nearly done yet all 

 that I intend ; for I heard a gentleman, who 

 comes sometimes to see my uncle, Mr. Biggs, 

 telling him of such a variety of nice plants, and 

 the modes of managing them, that I am deter- 

 mined to try some of the things which he men- 

 tioned. I must first consult my uncle, because 

 I have great plans in view ; but I am afraid all 

 these strangers will prevent him from having 

 time to listen to me. 



I find that this is a busy season in the garden, 

 though the decline of the year, and that several 

 plants, and almost all deciduous trees and shrubs, 

 should be transplanted now. I have quite got 

 into the spirit of gardening, I think ; it is indeed 

 a delightful occupation to the mind, as well as 

 the body. There is not only much to think of, 

 and to remember to do at the right time, but also 

 to know why it should be done. 



Tuesday night. Though I am tired after all 

 my hard work to-day, I must tell you, Mamma, 



