THE LURE OF THE GARDEN 
the dust and glare of the arena, something to which he 
can turn with joy when other interests die. 
Many things happen in the soul of a child of which 
we have little conception, traveling as we do daily far¬ 
ther from the east. Dreams and fancies crowd upon 
them, and in seeking to adjust the world within to that 
without, important transmutations occur. It is as well 
that these adjustments should not be too violent, nor 
the contrast between dream and reality too marked in 
the beginning. 
If your child spends hours musing down there where 
the fountain drips musically into the little pond overfull 
of white and red lilies, you may feel sure that he is 
building part of a foundation of life not unworthy. Send 
him and his brothers and sisters out to play under the 
pink wonder of the azaleas, or to chase the flying leaves 
over the lawn when October gives the signal for the 
fire dance, and something beside the rewards of exercise 
and fresh air will be given them. Teach them their 
lessons in the rose-grown summer-house, and if their 
attention wanders, following the tip-tilted flight of a 
butterfly or harkening to the excited warbling of a wren, 
do not bother overmuch. The best things are not 
taught in words, and what man has done is not the only 
truth to be learned. 
And as for health! J ust look at them, kept out from 
earliest morning to sunset, reeking of mother earth 
like a root fresh plucked from the soil, lusty of limb and 
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