Childhood in a Garden 
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garden without these three old favorites of history 
and folk-lore. Of course we enjoyed the earlier 
flower blooms and played happily with them ere 
our dearest treasures came to us ; but never had we 
full variety, zest, and satisfaction till this trio were 
Foxgloves in a Narragansett Garden. 
in midsummer bloom. There was a little gawky, 
crudely-shaped wooden doll of German manufac- 
ture sold in Worcester which I never saw else- 
where; they were kept for sale by old Waxier, the 
German basket maker, a most respected citizen, 
whose name I now learn was not Waxier but Weichs- 
