THE FLUTTER FROM THE TULIP-TREE 



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to mind the orange-spotted yellow magnolia-tulips of 

 last July. One glimpse of them is enough for me a 

 challenge which I never permit to pass unhonored. The 

 nearest club or stick or stone is soon flying up among 

 the branch-tips, and what a mazy, whirling, dizzy, dan- 

 cing response is mine in the flying cloud which follows! 



