COMMUTER'S WIFE 179 



soon learns the importance of having standing room 

 within as well as out of doors. 



There are many things that make the account of 

 the miracle of the loaves and fishes not only seem 

 possible but quite an everyday affair, and the 

 unpacking and rearranging of books is one of 

 them. 



The plants in my book garden, like those of the 

 hardy beds, were jumbled together, regardless of 

 size, colour, or season, and quite overflowed the 

 space allotted them. Evan suggested that as in the 

 outdoor garden, when pressed for room, we should 

 dispense with most of the annuals, the books of but 

 a few months' bloom, which having served to brighten 

 a brief period, have no lasting qualities, and send 

 them to the hospital, thus giving first place to the 

 books of perennial delight and to the biennials, 

 those volumes that one turns to at least every other 

 year. To this I agreed, until I found that opinion 

 plays a large part in the hardiness of books, and 

 that they cannot be as arbitrarily classified as flower 

 seeds. 



My little library was built up of three periods, 

 childhood, girlhood, womanhood ; or boyhood would 

 have been a triter term for the first, as boys' books 

 preponderated at this time. Strange, isn't it, that 



