in your hedge. I wanted it
to be a mass of bloom you were free to cut for the cabin all spring, an
attraction to birds in summer, and bright with colour in winter. To draw
the feathered tribe, I planted alder, wild cherry, and grape-vines.
This is cherry. The bark is almost as beautiful as birch. I raise it
for tonics and the birds love the cherries. This fern-like leaf is from
mountain ash, and when it attains a few years' growth it will flame with
colour all winter in big clusters of scarlet berries. That I grow in
the woods is a picture in snow time, and the bark is one of my standard
articles."

The Girl raised on her elbow and looked at the hedge.

"I see it," she said. "The berries are green now. I suppose they change
colour as they ripen."

"Yes," said the Harvester. "And you must not confuse them with sumac.
The leaves are somewhat similar, but the heads differ in colour and
shape. The sumac and buckeye you must not touch, until we learn what
they will do to you. To some they are slightly poisonous, to others not.
I couldn't help putting in a few buckeyes on account of the big buds
in early spring. You will like the colour if you are fond of pink and
yellow in combination, and the red-brown nuts in grayish-yellow, prickly
hulls, and the leaf clusters are beautiful, but you must use care. I put
in witch hazel for variety, and I like its appearance; it's mighty
good medicine, too; so is spice brush, and it has leaves that colour
brightly, and red berries. These selections were all made for a purpose.
Now here is wafer ash; it is for music as well as medicine. I have
invoked all good fairies to come and dwell in this hedge, and so I had
to provide an orchestra for their dances. This tree grows a hundred tiny
castanets in a bunch, and when they ripen and become dry the wind shakes
fine music from them. Yes, they are medicine; that is, the bark of
the roots is. Almost without exception everything here has medicinal
properties. The tulip poplar will bear you the loveliest flowers of all,
and its root bark, taken in winter, makes a good fever remedy."

"How would it do to eat some of the leaves and see if they wouldn't take
the feverishness from me?"

"It wouldn't do at all," said the Harvester. "We are well enough fixed
to allow Doc to come now, and he is the one to allay the fever."

"Oh no!" she cried. "No! I don't want to see a doctor. I will be all
right very soon. You said I was better."

"You are," said