The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1921-12-22

All the time she gathering in her apron
dropped rose leaves and poppy leaves to>press be-
tween the leaves of the big Bible
A little down the slope lay the vegetable garden
of my father, full of long narrow beds all turned
over each year by the spade and the spine. On
Lord but yet have the memory of it in my back
Why had they not thought of gardens to be fur
rOWed by horsepower? But they had not. think
because they were yet too full of Old England
and a Yankee was, after ALL the most initiative
creature in the world. He shook his fist, and
wagged his tongue like the great bell at Moscow
at the world Englishman, but for all that he was
himself English, both in his stomach and in his
head He not only spaded his gardens, but he
took his snuff like an Englishman, and he built
his fence after English pattern What else
could explain why he had many little yards
about house. and built house close down
by the road? AS if were crowded into little
island, and had not room enough to turn around
in. We are independent now, and really
getting some notions Of our own. But then
house stood only stones throw from the
highway, and there a little box Of yard in
front and this full Of locust trees and honey
suckleS and there at night the honey moths would
and play hgh-spy in the blossoms George
III, our great gray cat. would sit down TO LOOK
at that came too near-for what was TIA
bird butterfly? And like all of US, he was
bit of naturalist. He liked very much to cassi-
fy the world, but never hesitated to put the chOc-
est specimens in his stomach, which is, see. the
way with other scientists. They will eat
megalothoporoid quick pig.
But you should have seen the "sturtions," rs they
grew in rows all about the vegetable beds. for our
father also had an eye to beauty. Did he not set
hollyhocks all about his corn fields? Then, when
the great stalks of crimson and gold stood up In
summer, and the folk that went by to church
stopped to look with admiration he said, "Truy,
one shall not live by bread alone" And he liked
best those neighbors who looked the longest,
the little mother liked best those who ate most Of
her goodies. The saffron and dill and the rue
and rosemary, and carraway and fennel, and the
minis grew by the brook that ran down back OF
the house and garden; and indeed, there were
also more of these herbs that stood always in the
place Of family doctor. Indeed, you may look:
but it was not bad exchange. And as for
the notions, they may have been no worse than
the guesses of the profession nowadays.
There is no good living where there are no
BROOKS and this brook Of the first water.
1t dubbed out of rocky hollow some little secret
cavern and then it laughed and tumbled for half
a mile before it got over its fun. The little mother
in summer would walk with there and she
would sometimes say, "Now, let go father
to the glen, where the bigger brook is, and the
ferns and the witchhazeI and the yellow birch,
and the beechdrops" Oh, it glorious fun!
But at might after work, the dear father would
come early from the field and say, Nov, let us
all 90 for Strawberries" Then-ah but how can
tell you such delicious joys! You know nothing
of wild strawberries. much less do you know the
delight of creeping about the meadows and down
by the stumps in the pastures. while the bobolink
whistles, and the brooks gurgled, as we gathered
the long stems that lay lovingly against the grass
Where are we? j had nc. business out of season
and in midwinter to take you through snow banks
to pick Strawberries But tits such tricks the
'orv plays. We will get at once back to the house.
The front door, you see, opens just in the mid
die in halves, and from that the hall runs back as
straight as a Puritans nose, right through every
thing till it lands in the big kitchen. And the
halves of the door swing open separately. / know
not why it was unless 1t were inheritance from
81 ho
out and parley little before opening the way for
an Indian rush. &c. at any rate, all the doors in
those days were cut across the middle. In the big
ward was the woodshed and that was full of piles
of wood as dry finder. It the comfort of
winter. and the very right of a successful
home. From the woodshed all went, kicking
first the dirt from boots, into the great living
room, where were all together. Over this door
was twined with great bittersweet and
all over the stone curb nf the well was a wild
white Towering clematis
Father" said the little priestess "'tis as well
to cultivate the beautiful and enjoy it. Why