WOODLAND PATHS 



doubt, by the undulations of the waves in 

 the open pond, and here through the dark 

 depths the brownish green clusters of 

 pointed peat-moss roll along like Russian 

 tumble-weeds driven across the Dakotas 

 by prairie winds, to grow again in new 

 soil. On either side are island clumps of 

 meadow grass, and in the shallows you 

 may see, as carefully planted as if by some 

 landscape gardener of the pond bottom, 

 most wonderfully beautiful fairy gardens 

 of young water-lily leaves. 



Out of the brown ooze at varied digni- 

 fied distances apart spring the slender, 

 erect stems, some only a few inches long, 

 others longer, till a precocious few tickle 

 the surface with the upper rim of the 

 rounded leaf. These leaves are set at 

 quaint angles that give the garden a perky, 

 Alice-in- Wonderland effect. The Welsh 



rabbit and the mock turtle might well come 

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