THE GIRL’S OWN PAPER
Vol. XX.—No. 1017.]
[Price One Penny.
JUNE 24, 1899.
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EARLY MORNING NATURE-STUDY.
LETTERS FROM A LAWYER.
THE HOUSE WITH THE VERANDAH.
HOUSEHOLD HINTS.
SHEILA’S COUSIN EFFIE.
FROCKS FOR TO-MORROW.
VARIETIES.
COURTESY.
THINGS IN SEASON, IN MARKET AND KITCHEN.
OLD ENGLISH COTTAGE HOMES.
“MY FAVOURITE CONTRIBUTORS” COMPETITION.
OUR PUZZLE POEM REPORT: AN ACCIDENTAL CYCLE III.
ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS.
OUR NEW PUZZLE POEM.
EARLY MORNING NATURE-STUDY.
MRS. BRIGHTWEN IN HER GARDEN.
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To a true lover of nature hardly anything canbe more thoroughly enjoyable than a quiethour spent in some shady spot early on asummer’s morning, whilst the dew is still uponthe flowers, and before any sounds can beheard except those made by happy birds andinsects.
In my garden there is a little dell emboweredby trees, where I often spend an hour ortwo before breakfast for the special purposeof enjoying the company of my pet wildcreatures.
On one side are five arches, formed possiblysome hundreds of years ago, since the greatstones are grey with age and picturesquelymoss-grown and ivy-clad. Young trees, too,are growing here and there out of the crevicesinto which the wind has wafted their seeds.
In an open space before me are groups ofstately foxgloves of every tint, ranging frompurple through rose-colour to pure white.Some of them have stems fully seven feet inheight, each bearing not fewer than a hundredand forty or fifty flowers.
Not only amongst these foxgloves, but inthe lime branches overhead innumerable beeskeep up a continuous murmuring sound as{610}they busily gather their morning store ofhoney.
Various tall grasses are sending up theirfeathery plumes, and in a special bed whereonly wild flowers are allowed to grow,