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date: 1914-06-13

names-on-the-page: Mrs. C.; Mrs. H.; Patience; Mrs. Hargan

transcription: "Why, every rose has loosed her petals and
sends a pleading perfume to the moss that
creeps upon the maple's stalk, to tempt
it hence to bear a cooling draught.

"Round yonder trunk the ivy clings and
loves it into green. The pansy dreams of
coaxing goldenrod to change her station,
lest her modest flower be ever doomed to
blossom 'neath the shadow of the wall.

"And was not He all wise to leave her
modesty as her great charm?

"Here snowdrops blossom 'neath a fringe
of tuft, and fatty grubs find rest amid
the mould. All love, and Love himself is
here, for every garden is fashioned by
His hand.

"Are then the garden's treasures more
of worth than ugly toad or mould? Not so,
for love may tint the zincy blue-gray murk
of curdling fall to crimson, light-flashed
summertide. Ah, why then question love,
I pray thee, Friend?"
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June 13, 1914.
Mrs. C.
Mrs. H.

Patience: "The cockshut finds ye still peering
to find the other land."

Mrs. H: "What is cock's hut?"

Patience: "Cockshut. Thee needsth light, but cockshut
bringeth dark."

Mrs. Hargan: "The time to shut up the cock."

Patience: "Yes, and geese then too may be put to
quiet. Would ye wish for cockshut?"

Mrs. Hargan: "She's calling us geese."

Patience: "She who quacketh loudest deems the
gander not the lead at waddling time."
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June 28, 1914
Mrs. C.
Mrs. H.

Patience: "Thee hath fetched thee to the hearth
and spit." (evidently referring to the kitchen.)
"A goodly feast ye bellied."

The Hutchings had come to supper.

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