Talk about spring! "You ought to see the widow's little back yard these days.

You know that glass gallery just beyond the dining-room?
Those girls have got the pot-plants out of that, and a lot more, and they've turned the edges of that back yard, along the fence, into a regular bower; they've got sweet peas planted, and nasturtiums, and we shall be in a blaze of glory about the beginning of June.

Fun to see 'em work in the garden, and the bird bossing the job in his cage under the cherry-tree.

Have to keep the middle of the yard for the clothesline, but six days in the week it's a lawn, and I go over it with a mower myself.

March, there ain't anything like a home, is there?
Dear little cot of your own, heigh?
I tell you, March, when I get to pushing that mower round, and the colonel is smoking his cigar in the gallery, and those girls are pottering over the flowers, one of these soft evenings after dinner, I feel like a human being.