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spring up in the place of a slain fumitory ; 

 and yet in Fairyland such things will hap- 

 pen. And I could almost pardon that grub 

 (were he alive) that destroyed my one adlu- 

 mia some weeks ago, for the kindly letter 

 of promise and the generous supply of new 

 plants, which have come to me from differ- 

 ept quarters. I think a flower garden (that 

 one attends to oneself) does scatter other 

 seeds, of yet sweeter things, in one's own 

 heart ! The owners of such gardens always 

 seem to have the old motto in the child's 

 story, — 



" Whatever we possess, becomes doubly 

 valuable when we are so happy as to share 

 it with another." 



And even some of the florists who sell 

 their treasures for money, cannot help 

 throwing in what Mr. Henderson gravely 

 calls "a few extras," for love. And so my 

 garden breathes out all sorts of sweets, — of 

 kindness among the rest. Here are roses 

 and geraniums I never ordered ; here are 

 seedling plants of some annual '' novelty" 

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