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ows, and hills, like happy children sporting on the 
grass, making the bright sunshine more bright when 
they passed from before the “ king of day.” 
The yellow Lysimachias that grow in so many 
different ways among their pretty green leaves,— 
sometimes hanging from their peduncles in graceful 
clusters,—sometimes rising from the axils of the 
leaves on slender foot-stalks, and sometimes clus¬ 
tering round long spike-like branches, looked cheer¬ 
fully upon her as she passed, and said they could 
make the restive oxen quiet and mind their plough¬ 
ing. 
The social Chequer-berries that carpeted the 
earth under the clumps of oak-trees, looked as pur¬ 
ple as they could, when they told her that by and 
by they should have plenty of red berries for her, 
and that quite early in the spring their tender green 
leaves would taste very good. They said they sup- 
