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than the other. I long to fill my arms, espe- 

 cially as the garden is situated where few 

 people ever see it. I can't bear to pick them 

 I can't bear to leave them to waste 

 their loveliness on the desert air. At last, in 

 desperation, I gather my usual handful of 

 buds ready to bloom, and the next morning 

 I have a glorious bowl of open and half -open 

 roses, sweet and fresh as if just created as 

 indeed, are they not ? 



One of the interesting evolutions of that 

 unconventional household was a salt-water 

 bath-tub. Except in a few pretentious cot- 

 tages on the Beloved Island the bath-tub is 

 a memory and a hope, and the salt-water tub 

 beyond even dreams. One of our trio longed 

 for sea-bathing, but the sea at that point 

 extends the coolest of invitations to the 

 bather, and after a few shivery trials she 

 gave it up, till she noticed in the rocky coast 

 near the cottage a depression that was filled 

 with every tide, and at low tide was out of 

 the reach of the waves. A happy thought 

 came to her, and henceforth on sunny days 

 when the sea had filled it and retired, she be- 

 took herself to her rocky tub, which the warm 



