SOME LAST THINGS 



It is a happy time for the little farmers when the 

 products of the cherished plot weighed or meas- 

 ured, the results entered upon the day's diary, are 

 finally packed in basket, cart, or bag, and taken 

 home to be carefully cared for until eaten. All 

 this the children usually enjoy. Unless there is 



A Welcome Guest at Fairview 



space to encourage games and play in the garden, 

 the time when the daily harvest is cared for 

 becomes its social hour. Unconsciously, it is the 

 practice period in training the judgment to an 

 appreciation of standard vegetables, to a better 

 understanding in the future of the rules and regu- 

 lations laid down for competitive exhibits and 



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