NATURE IN A CITY YARD 



THE YARD 



IT is a common city yard, about eighteen 

 feet by fifty. Part of it has to be given 

 up to clothes and lines on Monday, and 

 during the rest of the week it is a repository 

 for broken toys belonging to Clarence and 

 Harold, the younger members of the fam- 

 ily, and an occasional and surreptitious 

 tomato-can, emptied of the material that 

 might make it interesting. The cans we 

 firmly replace in the yards of the neigh- 

 bors who sent them. It is a yard, too, that 

 is loved by tuneful cats ; and even a New- 

 foundland dog, owned by a carpenter be- 

 hind us, bounces over the five-foot board 

 fence now and then, alighting with exac- 

 titude on a bed of gladiolus, so that the 



