JOSEPH SOWING SEEDS 
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carpet for my rose-bed, I would rather see the bare 
earth. 
Mr. Hayden was as merry as a little wind that 
makes the leaves dance, and often called me White 
Rose. He said that he had a great secret up his 
sleeve which, however, he had no intention of tell- 
ing. Joseph, of course, thought that he was going 
to send us a number of pansy plants, while I thought 
it more likely he would send a white rose, one of 
the kind that would climb over the wall. But 
neither of us ventured to ask him to change his 
mind and to tell us what the secret might be. 
Before he went home, he said that one of the 
sorrows of his life was that he could not have a 
talk with Aunt Amanda. This made Joseph and 
me wonder if the wind had changed. 
