and from them make dandelion wine."

"And what use will my thrifty Aunt make of the blue violets?"
mischievously inquired Mary.

"The violets," replied her Aunt, "I shall dig up carefully with some
earth adhering to their roots and place them in a glass bowl for a
centrepiece on the table for my artistic and beauty-loving niece; and
if kept moist, you will be surprised at the length of time they will
remain 'a thing of beauty' if not 'a joy forever.' And later, Mary,
from them I'll teach you to make violet beads."

"Aunt Sarah, notice that large robin endeavoring to pull a worm from
the ground. Do you suppose the same birds return here from the South
every Summer?"

"Certainty, I do."

"That old mulberry tree, from the berries of which you made such
delicious pies and marmalade last Summer, is it dead?"

"No; only late about getting its Spring outfit of leaves."




CHAPTER III.

SCHUGGENHAUS TOWNSHIP.