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that pay?" Pay? Yes ! a hundred fold. Some 

 flavor of Eden floats daily adown into our Gar- 

 den of Dreams, floats in on the rays of golden 

 sunlight and on the silvery moon-beams the 

 livelong night through. One's garden means 

 much or little as one thinks it and works it; if 

 you love it, you will think it and work it and 

 lo! your Eden — with the serpent story left 

 out— abounding in fruits and flowers, sunshine 

 and waves of balmy air, pouring forth endless 

 tides of life and beauty, fairly overflowing into 

 all the neighborhood and carrying an extra joy. 

 May is a sort of neutral ground between 

 winter and summer. The first part of it is the 

 season of uncertainties, it has all the moods and 

 tenses that we attribute to April. After the 

 tenth she quits her coquetry and gets ready 

 for genial June. Then she is busy putting on 

 her drapery, packing flowers with sweetness 

 and beauty, and proffering her best to the birds. 

 She feels her power and touches everything and 

 everything responds, life abounds and puts on 

 more life, all nature is crowded and activity 

 grows intense. She produces yellow flowers as 

 April did white, dandelions bejewel the lawns, 

 out of the lush meadows rise great tufts of 

 golden mustard, the yellow violet modestly 

 shoots from grassy mounds as if in haste to 



