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ing all sorts of fun with the boys.
At last she, too, caught the infection,
and then we all had the merriest
romps together! How well I
remember, those early summer
days, and the luxury of flowers
everywhere. Is there anything so
happy-looking, so full of overflow-
ing delight, as the long grass, and
_ the buttercups and daisies, hawthorn
and bluebells? We thought our-
selves very wise about flowers then,
and had very decided opinions on
the proper blending of colours.
Miss Grant was teaching us this,
and even now, when I see any one
making a nosegay of wild-flowers,