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won the tennis tournament. This time it was not 
the dread that he would forsake the garden for 
athletics, but I wondered if, when he became a 
man, with affairs of his own, he would grow very 
rich and dissatisfied with the Six Spruces. I have 
heard Mr. Hayden say that, when he was Joseph’s 
age, the only garden he knew about was one in 
which turnips and cabbages grew. The thought 
of Joseph’s growing to be a man was overwhelm- 
ing. I had never concerned myself about it be- 
fore. 
^ Mr. Percy came in when we reached the house, 
and Ben and Harry tumbled about Joseph, both 
talking to him at the same time. Mrs. Hayden 
was sitting on the veranda in a little corner away 
from the wind. 
“It is useless for me to play I love the autumn,” 
she said. “I cannot forget how near it is to real 
winter.” 
There is something very delicate about Mrs. 
Hayden. She Is like a white lily that has begun 
to fade. It would not seem natural for her to 
help Joseph, to stake out flower beds and pass the 
line around, as Miss Wiseman did. But, although 
she Is so quiet and moves around so little, every 
one loves her dearly. 
This day Mr. Hayden was not a bit like the 
wind, or even like a little breeze. He had gout 
in his foot, and it pained him severely. 
