THE GREEN PLANT. 



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you will never pass by an old fence or a pool of green 

 water without thinking of the wonderful little artisans 

 that are working there. When I watched the ducks 

 swimming in . the old trough, little xlid I think of the 

 noiseless hands and hammers that were building up 

 those green walls, or of the unseen and unnumbered 

 fleet of boats sculling through the water. 



