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of demarcation are obliterated. Early in March 

 the kindly power that presides over gardeners 

 sent me a helper somewhat to my taste an 

 intelligent Irishman "just over." His sister 

 was one of our " help," and he had a temporary 

 situation near. Changes occurring threw him 

 out of employment, and soon after he was 

 brought to our house in a critical state, from a 

 sudden and severe attack of illness. Of course, 

 simple humanity required that he should be 

 taken care of, and when he got better he com- 

 menced doing little things around to show his 

 good-will. He was very grateful, willing to be 

 told, strong and able to work, though knowing 

 next to nothing about the management of a 

 garden. "Here's a man," I thought, "who 

 wil plant lima beans a foot deep, if I tell him 

 to ; " and by the time string fairly opened he 

 was my gardener, and is with me still. But he 

 plants lima beans now half an inch deep without 



