she had gone round, trying to miss nothing, she
had found ever so many more sharp, pale green
points, and she had become quite excited again.

"It isn't a quite dead garden," she cried out
softly to herself. "Even if the roses are dead,
there are other things alive."

She did not know anything about gardening,
but the grass seemed so thick in some of the places
where the green points were pushing their way
through that she thought they did not seem to have
room enough to grow. She searched about until
she found a rather sharp piece of wood and knelt
down and dug and weeded out the weeds and grass
until she made nice little clear places around them.

"Now they look as if they could breathe," she
said, after she had finished with the first ones.
"I am going to do ever so many more. I'll do
all I can see. If I haven't time to-day I can
come to-morrow.

She went from place to place, and dug and
weeded, and enjoyed herself so immensely that she
was led on from bed to bed and into the grass
under the trees. The exercise made her so warm
that she first threw her coat off, and then her hat,
and without knowing it she was smiling down on
to the grass and the pale green points all the time.

The robin was tremendously busy. He was
very much pleased to see gardening begun on his

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