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When anyone speaks to us in anger, we should remember that it takes
two to make a quarrel, and determine not to become one of the two.
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ENID'S FLOWERS
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BY MARY E. Q. BRUSH
The first robin had come, so had the first bluebird and the first
hand-organ man; caterpillars were beginning to crawl along the sunny
side of the fence rails and everybody was housecleaning, so it was
quite certain that spring was here.
With it there came to the three little Ashley sisters three packets of
seeds.
A lady friend of their mother had sent them. Every one of them had
printed on it, "A Surprise Collection."
When the little, light-brown envelopes were opened, they were found to
contain several varieties of seeds. Some were like little, round,
brown pills--those were "sweet-peas," mamma said. Others were very
small indeed, like grains of powder, and some were like tiny,
grayish-green sticks--somebody said those were verbena seeds; and,
well, dear me, there were all kinds and shapes and sizes and grays and
browns.
Three neat, round beds were spaded up on the lawn, and Amy, Enid and
Ruth raked them over, smoothed and patted the rich soil, and then
planted their seeds.
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