CHAPTER XIII 

 BIRDS AND PHILOSOPHY 



HE dear little turquoise forget-me- 

 nots have gone, at least all those 

 that were planted together in a large 

 round bed, to make room for gerani- 

 ums. They have been bedded away in snug 

 rows to rest through the summer heat till they are 

 ready to be planted out again in more conspicuous 

 positions. A few of their brethren who inhabit 

 shady corners have been left undisturbed, whilst 

 their cousins, the water forget-me-nots, who live 

 on the margin of " The Drain," are only just be- 

 ginning to don their fine garments for the season 

 and have not begun to flower yet. And when they 

 do, how beautiful they are, and how they appeal 

 to pleasant associations and reminiscences ! The 

 flower is so unpretentious and yet of such a per- 

 fect and pure color that it can not be overlooked 

 or passed by unnoticed. 



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