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had evidently come through the post-office, and opening 

 it, he took out a quantity of small white seeds and care- 

 fully sprinkled them over the surface of the warm soil 

 in the boxes and pots, and finished all by covering them 

 carefully with more soil from the heap on the stove. 

 Then throwing old newspapers over it, he stood contem- 

 plating his work. Suddenly, however, he started as if 

 he had forgotten something. 



"Oh! we must water them; but how shall we do it?" 

 " Take them to the sink and shake a wet brush over 

 them," said I. 



" A good idea, Harriet, seeing we have no watering-pot." 

 In a few moments this was done, and the pots and 

 boxes were replaced on the floor with the papers over them. 

 The next day was Sunday. At the ringing of the sec- 

 ond bell we stepped from our door into the warm and 

 cheerful sunshine to walk to the village, proposing to 

 attend one of its churches. We found the road filled 

 with people, some walking and some riding, and all wend- 

 ing their way toward the village. Being city people, we 

 walked rapidly at our usual sidewalk pace, and passed 

 every one on the road. Soon we overtook a well-dressed 

 lady walking soberly along by herself. As we came up 

 with her, we ventured to speak to her. 



" Can you tell us, madam, which is the Unitarian Church ? " 



