loudly demanded the overshoes. “Windy” had them and as he handed them to me he whispered “Roll ‘em down again.” It seems we all conspired against King. As we went out again, we suddenly kicked two logs down the bank, rolling one of them clear to Ellsworth. The “gentle Waldo” pursued us, but we escaped in safety.
     As we went down Ellsworth, Bill said that he had changed his mind and wouldn’t go for a walk to-morrow. As both us had errands to do, we went around thru town, and after we had made our pur­chases we stopped at “Gu-raniums” to see if Kinkie had sold the tickets, but he wasn’t there so we came on home.
     To-day as I was looking in the grape-arbor, I saw that the hypatica plants were pushing up little white fuzzy buds thru the earth.  I can hardly wait until they are in bloom. Ever since I have been seven or eight years old. I have planted a wild flower garden under the grape-arbor. Every year I would bring in new one ascertain ones died out, and would guard them jealously from others.  I now have almost every kind of wild-flower planted here and every spring as they come up one by one, I stand for long periods and gaze down at them with a keen feeling of delight.
      Another thing that makes me feel Spring and stirs strange sensations within me in that Jim is beginning on the garden.  In the