The Violets ! Who does not love the Violets ? 

 Of what dear memories they tell! Who would 

 try to tell what they have whispered in the 

 ears of young love ? 



Shakespeare says/'Pansies are for thoughts." 

 Men have called this flower "Heart's Ease." 

 Some one tells how a knot of white pansies was 

 given to a poor outcast of the slums. She 

 looked at them and with a burst of tears she 

 answered them, "I'll try! Indeed I'll try!" 

 Can any one fail to know what the pansies 

 said to her? 



Summer is here. Will you be with me in my 

 garden these wonderful days of summer? 



Every tree and shrub is rustling fresh leaves. 

 Bird music is at its height. The summer beau- 

 t ties offer us their flowers in blue, and white, 

 and yellow, and rose. The summer flowers! 

 What a chorus of voices greets us ! How much 

 they have to tell us! I ask my Hollyhocks, 

 growing there at the end of the path or in yon- 

 der corner, and they always tell me that they 

 are there that I may have "a comfortable 



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