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days and the long nights, but nothing can make 

 us forget the chirp of the cricket, the freshness 

 of the Phlox, and O — ^mundane wholesome 

 thought! — the delectable rows of ripening 

 vegetables ! 



The grapes, peach trees, currants and some 

 other small fruits may now need the attention 

 of the pruning knife, though there will be lit- 

 tle else of actual outside work to be done. 



We may be sitting indoors these wintry 

 nights industriously intent on the tasks before 

 every man, woman and child in the land of 

 ours, and as our thoughts are on those dear ones 

 far away, we may perchance, recall the delight 

 we found that time we discovered Stevenson's 

 "Underwoods" with those three last verses of 

 "lUe Terrarnm," the first line coming to mind 



"An' noo the Winter idnds complain;" 



leading us to 



"An' Fancy traivels far afield 

 To gaither a' that gairdens yield 



O' sun an Simmer: 

 To hearten up a dowie chield 



Fancy's the limmer!" 



