SEVEN] OUT IN THE ORCHARD 
isfying fruit that I used to pick up in my Michigan 
orchard. So here in New York I keep on growing 
peach trees, because sometimes I get a crop — gen- 
erally more or less Waddells and Champions. 
Mountain Rose is another hardy sort; and Admiral 
Dewey, Holderbaum, Kalamazoo, Captain Ede, 
Mamie Ross, will endure zero weather, and are all 
of the finest quality. In a climate just out of the 
peach belt give no room whatever to late varieties, 
for they will not perfect themselves before freezing 
weather. 
The quince can claim a place with your orchard 
trees, or in the garden of currants and berries. I 
have them growing in both of these relations. I 
like a quince bush also near the house, or one oc- 
casionally showing its golden fruit in the shrubbery. 
I hold it to be indispensable, in October, November, 
and December, to have a dish of baked quinces on 
the dinner table. It is the perfection of table lux- 
uries. Cut open, remove the core, and cover with 
butter and sugar; and let conversation cease. The 
old orange or apple quince is the one most com- 
monly planted, and is a thoroughly good sort. The 
pear-shaped variety is a trifle later, but is a much 
better keeper, and I think of better quality. I 
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