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nut and the Canada violets in the swamp, to 
find the little white violets, or the beautiful 
pedata growing by sandy roads, yielding their 
delicate vernal impressions so foreign to all 
florist displays, and making those poor by- 
paths admirable and beautiful above all high- 
roads; again to see the sand-pinks and the 
celandine, or to watch the carpenter bees 
stealing nectar from the pinxter flower by 
puncturing the corolla tube. Or you may 
visit certain chosen spots where the laurel 
displays its myriad blossoms under chestnut 
oaks, their pale rose-tinted buds like miniature 
floral urns. And the price you must pay is 
that on your return from sauntering in your 
wild garden, the tawdriness and artificiality 
of the city will be emphasised. It shall 
affect you like a brilliant personality—not 
sincere; while the pure and spotless beauty of 
those blossoms in the woods seem as the charm 
of a little child to whose mood you have sur- 
rendered for an afternoon. 
Above all you shall go to see the dogwood 
which, like the rhododendrons in the South, 
the shadbush in the North Woods, or the 
ceanothus in the Coast Range, is the chief 
charm of these woods, the floral expression of 
that which is most winning in their person- 
