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GRASMERE
CAZENOVIA, N. Y.
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200 words.

FOR PRIZE CONTEST

July 26.

Dear Florence:

Asking about our garden is to bring a burst of rapture upon your head,for it is a joy, an overwhelming interest and producer of thrills. Can you imagine me - the lazy lover of breakfast in bed - dashing out at seven to see if the sweetpeas have bloomed,and to stir the ground around my stately blue delphinium, madonna lillies and blazing gaillardia? 

Coffee, toast and fresh picked berries taste so different after an hour in the garden - and my dear,I am a perfect sylph from working there ! 

Think of luncheon with crisp lettuce, round, red, whole-salad tomatoes, telephone peas, and a silver bowl of long spurred columbine like dainty butterflies above the delicate green - all from the garden. I wish you