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do. I can't have flowers and weeds too. Ignorant as I 

 was, I knew enough for that. Selecting a corner where I 

 could not be seen from the street, I set to work pulling 

 them up by hand. Pretty hard work I soon found it, and 

 it did seem as if the sun was very powerful that day. 

 After weeding a while, I had to give it up and rest. Walk- 

 ing about to get rid of the back-ache, I came to a large bed 

 of petunias. What a pity there are so many of them, and 

 yet no income from them ! So mercenary had I become, 

 weighing flowers by their money value only ! Soon I went 

 back to my weeding. Now this is all very well, but it is 

 terrible hard work. Why did I not think of it before ? 

 Get a hoe. Going to the tool-room I found one, and re- 

 turned to my work. Now, this is something like. I can 

 get on twice as fast. Dear me ! is it twelve already ? 

 Where has the morning gone ? When the children came, 

 we had dinner. Dear me ! again, how hungry I am. I 

 never had such an appetite ! After dinner, I went at it 

 again. After a while, I found my hoe so heavy that I sat 

 down on a stone seat near a bed of marigolds. They were 

 very weedy. What a pity to spend labor on them for noth- 

 ing ! I wish they had never been planted. About six, I 

 got my box and began to cut again for the next day's sale. 

 Somehow the flowers did not seem as plenty as on the day 

 before. All I could get for them, the next day, was a dollar 

 and seventy-five cents. The day after, I again tried the 

 weeding. I was very tired at night, but it was vastly pleas- 

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