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eat and sell. 1 would like to hear less about golden 
streets by and by, and more about green, clean 
lawns right off —now. Brush heaps and slop holes 
do not belong here any more than in Heaven. 
That’s my religion. I am going to apologize to you, 
a stranger, by sending you some seeds of a thorn- 
less gleditschia.”’ 
And that is how I first got one of the handsomest 
trees on my lawns — the seed came from a Kansas 
girl who was hungry for the beautiful, and who 
wrote about it. Blessed are they that, having eyes, 
see. 
Here is another letter that explains itself: 
“DEAR Srr:—You cannot conceive what pleasure 
I get by reading about the beautiful country. I 
had lived in a big city all my life, and had few 
chances at green fields. At last it was our fortune 
to go to the country to live. My husband had an 
opening as a mill-hand, and it took us close by a 
good-sized village. We had seven acres of garden 
and orchard. At first everything looked beautiful 
— everything. I could have kissed pigweeds, and 
I did make bouquets of Canada thistles. I got out 
of sight of folk, and just sat down in the grass and 
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