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dog biscuit that are always plentiful about the ken. 

 nels. I must tell Tim that this biscuit makes the 

 best bird food that he can scatter about the barnyard 

 and hayricks in winter. 



I'm wondering if these are Severely Protestant, 

 clerical song sparrows who think the world owes 

 them a living, and so thrust their progeny at it alms- 

 basinwise ! Well, I think it does, as far as the spar- 

 rows go, when you take their joy-giving qualities into 

 consideration, which is certainly less often the case 

 with their human prototypes. 



Three new blossoms are this month added to the 

 garden of night, one, the moo'n flower, a half hardy 

 convolvulus, festooning some poles that are joined by 

 light rods on either side of the long walk, while the 

 other two are silvery pink petunias and white, pink, 

 and yellow four-o'clocks that fill in the alcove be- 

 tween the evening primroses and nicotiana. 



The sweet peas still yield even more flowers than I 

 can comfortably pick, and Evan comes to my aid 

 every evening, though very soon now our after-din- 

 ner gardening will have to be done by either moon or 

 lantern light. 



I wish that I could have an interview with the 



