evotion to the Gladstonian axe; I am clearing away a good many of the little gray birches which obstruct more valuable trees . . . . I find endless joy in pottering about among trees and shrubs.
Aug. 7, With Margaret, watching birds, and she climbing trees.
Sept. 29, First gipsying with Margaret for flowers. This referred to an autumnal habit of the happy little couple, as the child called her father and herself, of plundering our friends' flower-beds after their owners had gone.
Oct. 10, Felt as I strolled about after breakfast that I should be willing to go to sleep for the winter and wake up to find myself here [Dublin] again.
There is still woodchopping to be done and I hate to leave it.
Of our neighbors the Abbot Thayers, he said they live outdoors, know all birds and butterflies, and rear the latter from the chrysalis till they flutter in and out of the great sitting-room as if it were their home.
One summer we had Mark Twain for a neighbor:—
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