CHAPTER SEVEN 
OUT IN THE ORCHARD 
I» 1 have not said that something else is the most 
beautiful thing in the world, I will here say that the 
uttermost development of physical beauty is an 
apple orchard, in full bloom — unless possibly it be 
the same orchard when the apples are crimson, and 
bend the limbs down to ask you to share the feast. 
I remember a gray-haired mother, whom we led 
gently to her chair under the snow-white blooms 
that fell noiselessly to match themselves with her 
snow-white hair. All the painters of the Renais- 
sance never painted a picture like that. It is a 
possible everyday picture, where an honest man 
wills to create a true home in the country. So you 
see I shall not ask you out into the orchard, just 
that you may know the commercial value of one 
hundred apple trees, spaced in rows. Going into 
the country you will need about twenty apple trees, 
ten pear trees, ten plum trees, and as many cherry 
