ROUGHAGENow that the summer is in full blaze, and everyone is working in the gardens, we do not visit so much. We get up early and by nine o'clock bed beckons the weary toiler. But like the nations of Europe, when it is not advisable to have Conferences, we still have Conversations. We call to each other over the loganberries; and we go to see each other's plants, openly congratulatory, but inwardly grieved when they are very much better than ours.
Now I am not an envious person. Last year when our neighbor's cherry trees, much smaller than ours, were frilled with white blossoms and looked like a procession of little brides on their way to the altar, I rejoiced over them and took my friends to see them. And when the time came that they fairly sparkled with fruit, I did not refuse to share
