

THE LARK 



When I was twenty years old and 

 living in a country town, several 

 friends and I hired a small place near 

 the town; it had a garden where we 

 had the intention of studying practi- 

 cal horticulture seriously. We used 

 to meet there early in the morning on 

 fine summer days, and we set to dig- 

 ging, watering plants and weeding, 

 thus spending in physical labour the 

 "-^ fulness of our exuberant, youthful days. 



Sometimes we would spend the whole day in the woods 

 and sit down to dine in excellent appetite, after having 



