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[[stamped]] JUL 31 1924 [[/stamped]]

For Prize Contest.

My Garden.

  As the twilight deepen's, the ray's of the setting sun linger caressingly upon the face's of the little flower's as if loath to leave them. From early Spring until the cruel frost claim's them, my flower's give pleasure to many "shut-in's." Surrounded by tall stately tree's, and beautiful lawn's, the starry face's of the Nicotine gleam like sentinel's along the garden path's. Babie's-breath and For-get-me-not's mingle with the Rose's and invite one to pause and wonder at God's handiwork. The dainty Columbine entice's the humming bird's to drink the honey so cleverly hidden in her petal's. The honey bee's and gayly colored butterflie's flock to the Ragged Sailor's and the brilliant Poppie's, which tumble over them-selve's to bloom. Each night some little elf come's with all the hue's of the rainbow and scatter's the color's gently on the sleeping flower's, while the magic power of the moon help's them unfold their beauty. The children are enchanted with the odd little face's of the Larkspur and the beautiful Snapdragon, which seem like