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WINTER 



gray of the boles, a cold steel-color two thirds of the 

 way toward the top, but there changing into a faint 

 garnet, a flush of warmth and life that seems almost 

 to have come since morning ! 



Let us go on now, for I want to get some water- 

 cress from the brook the first 



a 



green growing thing for the 



and 



some 



were shining I should take you by way of the bee- 

 hives to show you, dropping down before their open 

 doors, a few eager bees bringing home baskets of 

 pollen from the catkins of the hazeluut bushes. The 

 hazelnut bushes are in bloom ! Yes, in bloom ! No, 

 the skunk-cabbages are not out yet, nor the he- 

 paticas, nor the arbutus ; but the hazelnut bushes 

 are in bloom, and see here, under the rye straw 



