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glory, or the elastic pods of the lady's slippers. 

 I wonder if such delicate feasting is still to be 

 found, and if little girls themselves dress for 

 paying visits as in the old days ? Do they link 

 together the blossoms of the phlox into neck- 

 laces, and earrings and bracelets ? Do they 

 wear gloves made of trumpet-creeper flowers ? 

 Do they sew with foxglove thimbles, and 

 drink tea from Canterbury bells? Can they 

 fashion delicate wreaths of pink, or white, or 

 blue from the slender horns of the larkspur? 

 Have they patience to separate the fine mem- 

 branes of the "live-for-ever" leaves, and then 

 fill the little purses so formed with water? 

 They are good for nothing, it is true, for they 

 will not stand upright, and the water spills out 

 if they do not, and if it did stay in, what would 

 that avail ? In a garden there is time aplenty, 

 thank God ! and in the morning glow no one 

 asks that a thing be useful to be worth while. 

 There is leisure even for the blowing about 

 of thistledown, or for tracing the flight of the 

 fairy sails that carry the seeds of the milkweed 

 far through the unhasting air. 



