XXIV 



LETTERS TO MARCO 



161 



I enjoyed greatly this last summer watch- 

 ing the growth of a tame teasel which was 

 sown from some seed swept by the maid out 

 of the drawing-room, where we had some 



Teasel. 



teasel heads in a vase. The first year the 

 plant did nothing but lay its foundations, 

 spreading out a star of hard green leaves, 

 closely pressed to the ground, as though 

 claiming the portion of room it required for 



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UNIVERSITY 



