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

should it ali be shut up in books?" "It is so,'
said my father "God made the world and he
put the flowers here well the potatoes.
have no patience with those who do not follow
Cod" ITO be sure" said my little mother land
the weeds are here to teach diligence and pa
tience" But the Quack," said my father, THAT
might we'll be left OUT and the burdocks,
said she, ARE excellent for beer, and the leaves
are good for draughts" perhaps, If we could
see it," said he, call things good" otis for
us to make the best of everything" said she. AND
as our Jim came up, she put her hand on MS
arm and mine, and then said slowly: otis a
world In which we can make beautiful boys ana
girls-if first ourselves right. What more
could we ask?"
And the birds, ah, but you should have seen how
they nestled about that house. 'They will eat all
the cherries" said my Uncle George and he raped
his cane Justify the floor of the porch. But our
father smiled and said, LET count them all
into our family, and plant for them also when we
plant" So he put in few rows of peas more
and said, They for the orioles" And a dozen
cherry trees down by the fence were for the ROBINS
and for the cedar birds who have a cherry tooth.
Then he went up to the woods edge nearby the
big beeches, where there were wild cherries and
into these he put sciOns Of finer sorts; for the
Birds my boys" So the robins. and the bluebirds,
and the wrens, and indigo birds, and the gold
fnches, and the catbirds and all other sorts OF
thrushes and fnches, and can't tell you how many
more came to us; and they filled the trees with
nests and they paid for all they took in song and
nelp1u laDOr. Ana a rODln QUILT It's nest III INC
window seat of his bedroom and sang to him in
the morning, while he lay in his bed. All, yes,
they worked we'll together, my father and the
birds
The barn not far away. otis not decent"
said the little mother. There should be shade
for the COWS and the pigs and the hens" "You
right. little mother" said my father; and he
brought load of willow sticks; and he planted
them all the way around the barn and Its yard.
And these grew and throve nightly, and at last
%1ox, khOkh 1v7rr o1I ffO
barn and hid it. The little mother said Did I
not tell yOu?'-and then she drew the breath cOOlly
through corner of her mouth, she surveyed
the transformation. Indeed, you did, little moth
er-you said it-and would have done it,
had you not" And the hens cackled their delight
and the at night lay down facing the MOON
as it sfted in between the leaves and all day they
nicely comfOrted from the sun. And when
old Daisy went to the tub to drink she would look
up between sips, If to say, "The Lord be praised
for this shady yard" true barnyard is de-
lightful place, full of peace and love. Lah, the
collie, comes and puts her head through the gate
once an hour and, surveying matters says, YES
all ii should be; all is correct. then she goes
back to run along where Jim and and father,
are at work in the orchard. Or If 1t be-and it
really fs-Or it ought to be, New Years day, she
looks in at the kitchen window and waits till we
open the door that she may curl up by the fire.
But George III gets up his hind feet to the
door latch and rattles it, and then waits till we
let him in. A true cat is half human All If
buff they could once get articulation what
would come Of it? 1t is we'll that they cannot
: for they would rout out and dispossess half or
more of the human sort. So with quack and
thistles, and talking CATS and collie dogs, we
should be made either wiser killed off
Come" said my uncle George, ''et us make
New Years calf" In those days it not yet
forgotten to be neighborly, and once year we ali
expected to look in on each other, and break
bread or at least cut cake. And we sat down to a
bit Of gossip and exchanged news; and when it
was over everybody knew all about everybody
else, and there need at all to print it. But
shall tell you nothing at all about it. It
own business and we were simple folks and you
who live today have your big notions and your
new ways and you laugh too easily. So our New
Years day went by in its homely way and we
had calls; and went home at night and
rubbed our hands and our StOmachs and were con
tent. Not of envied your telephones and
telegraphs and other knick-krRcks-or ever CAV,
them a thought. Bless the Lord. enough is enough.
and it is not likely you have any more idea &
what will he about hundred years from mo-,
Indeed think they will call you savages. Piss
but what world Of cenceit 1t ia