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goods. The proceeds will of course belong to the 

 hospital. 



The Village Liar will doubtless have plenty to say 

 upon the subject. She sent fermented cabbages 

 that were rejected yesterday. The Emporium must 

 also be already bursting with news ; but as the Em- 

 porium is treated by a natural herb doctor and the 

 Village Liar is a Christian Scientist, I do not have 

 to come in contact with them either for professional 

 or social reasons. 



These memoranda may seem out of place in my 

 Garden Boke, but then, gardening isn't all earth, 

 the growing of flowers, and the crushing of weeds; 

 it is the developing of the soul and the body 

 as well. As there are human beings whose very 

 presence seems to bring God nearer, so there are 

 others who by their nothingness send us the more 

 gladly back to the companionship of the beasts 

 and flowers of the field. Surely there is no greater 

 garden for human-nature study than the flotsam 



and jetsam of the hospital. 



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Two months of winter gone already ! White 

 winter is never dreary, for the trees are wreathed 

 with snow flowers that bloom by day and night. 

 On the shelf around the bay window of the den 



