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THE BROOK BOOK 



We were coming to the arbutus country, by 

 the signs which we who had been there aforetime 

 recognized. Soon now the patient scrapings of 

 Sister Ellen would be rewarded. We must keep 

 near her and catch 

 the glow of her first 

 "fine frenzy." 



For the twentieth 

 time she dropped to 

 her knees among 

 the dead leaves. 

 This time was her 

 reward. There lay 

 the most exquisite 

 clusters, like pink 

 ivory, delicately 

 wrought. The faint 

 elusive perfume en- 

 slaved us all. Down 

 on your knees and 

 offer homage to this 

 woodland princess ! 



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MANDRAKE 

 UMBRELLAS 



I felt the old intoxication coming back. I could 

 hardly wait till I had found a finer cluster — finer 

 only because 'twas mine. The supply was inex- 

 haustible. The slope was thickly carpeted with 

 the leaves and flowers. What a pity our flower- 

 loving friends could not all see it ? Here we might 

 with unhurt conscience cut (not pull) enough sprays 



