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and good strawberries, too. It is currants, and 

 they are both big and good and worth while for 

 their winter jam-possibilities. It is such peas as 

 never came out of any market basket; for Gradus 

 peas, plucked from the vines an hour before dinner, 

 are not to be discussed in terms of ordinary vege- 

 tables. This shortened time between the plant 

 and the table seems to mean that the ordinarily 

 poor, smooth, extra-early peas may be delicious as 

 were the First of All that were actually first of all, 

 though planted second. They matured in sixty- 

 one days from planting. Then came Gradus, and 

 Little Marvel; but not then the hoped-for succes- 

 sion upon Mr. Kruhm's ingenious scheme. Thomas 

 Laxton crept up on his date some, Potlatch forgot 

 its cue, and made a false entry, while Telephone 

 and Champion of England came in hand-in-hand, 

 as it were, rather than tandem. There were peas 

 galore for part of June, and even a pea-crank like 

 myself is satisfied with peas twice a day; but by 

 July first none were available. Six weeks of peas 

 was the paper scheme; two weeks and a day or so 

 over the ground production. 



In June, red raspberries follow strawberries; 

 and if a better raspberry than the old Cuthbert 

 has appeared outside a catalogue, I don't know of 

 it! My plants of the "everbearing" sort didn't 



