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their hour of waking, and I have heard them 
called “eleven o’clocks ” in England too. 
There is a pretty little scarlet starlike flower , 1 
which is very common in many parts of 
Rhodesia. In travelling over hundreds of 
miles of country there, my husband and I 
could always tell when it was ten o’clock, 
as these lazy little flowers, although the sun 
was scorching hot by six in the morning, were 
always tightly closed till ten. 
Nature abounds with such curiosities, but it 
is much more amusing to find them out for 
one’s self than to read about them, so you must 
remember to be wide awake the hours you 
spend in your garden, and notice all you can, 
or you will not have enjoyed summer to the 
full. AH pleasant (as well as disagreeable) 
things come to an end, and summer flits by, 
leaving us richer by the memory of its pleasant 
days, its glorious sunshine, and its myriad 
flowers, and it must ever be with a sigh that 
we say good-bye when autumn’s chilly breath 
first taints the balmy air. 
Delightful summer ! then adieu, 
Till thou shalt visit us anew. 
But who without regretful sigh, 
Can say adieu, and see thee fly ? 
Hood, Departure of Summer. 
1 Wormskioldia longipeduncula. 
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