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80 a thunderstorm, and a nameless fear clutched my heart." "One beautiful spring morning when I was alone in the summer-house, reading, I became aware of a wonderful subtle fragrance in the air. . . . 'What is it?' I asked, and the next minute I recognized the odor of the mimosa blossoms." "We read and studied out of doors, preferring

the sunlit woods to the house. All my early lessons have in them the breath of the woods—the fine resinous odor of pine needles, blended with the perfume of wild grapes." "It was delightful to lose ourselves in green hollows of the tangled wood in the late afternoon, and to smell the cool delicious odors that came up from the earth at