CHAPTER IX
HOW SPRING CAME TO THE CABBAGE PATCH
"The roads, the woods, the heavens, the hills
Are not a world to-day—
But just a place God made for us
In which to play."
HEN the last snow of the winter had melted, and the water was no longer frozen about the corner pump, the commons lost their hard, brown look, and a soft green tinge appeared instead. There were not many ways of telling when spring came to the Cabbage Patch; no trees shook forth their glad little leaves of welcome, no anemones and snow-drops brought the gentle mes-
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