be even more interesting, for a number of other 

 varieties will In* in bloom, and we can see the yel- 

 low butterflies flitting about from one flower to 

 another, inhaling their fragrance, while the bees 

 arc pithrrintf their sw^ts." 



" If you would like to take a tramp, Heck, come 

 with me some day and hunt the showy lady's-slip- 

 per the most beautiful of all the orchid family 

 and the mountain-laurel. They both grow in 

 Maine, so I suppose they must be up here some- 

 where, although I have never seen them." 



"When you find out, Ned, that they exist in 

 Quebec, I will then gladly go with you in quest of 

 the prize." 



" Do you believe in the transmigration of souls, 

 Napoleon T " 



" No ; of course I do not." 



" Well, if ever I am changed into a flower I hope 

 it will be a beautiful white niphetos." 



" Why T " asks Mrs. Davis. 



" Because it is my favorite flower, and inhaling 

 its fragrance is like breathing the air of heaven. I 

 couM not live long, for they soon wither and fade." 



"Oh, I should prefer the everlasting," exclaims 

 Mrs. Davis, laughing, " for then I could never die ! 



* Sweet rose, thy root is ever in its grave, 

 And thou must die/ " 



"Well, if some fairy should will that I must 

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