MISCELLANEOUS 



THE LAW OF THE WOOD 



NEAR a grove 

 of Spruce Firs, 

 which grew in a 

 beautiful wood 

 with many other 

 trees, stood a Sil- 

 ver Birch. 



All summer long 

 she had watched 

 the Spruce trees 

 getting into every 

 one's way, and 

 even into one an- 

 other's. 



One morning 

 she awoke to find 

 that the branches of the nearest tree were 

 scratching her beautiful bark. 



"You ought to give way a little/' said the 



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THE SILVER BIRCH 



