"What is s0 rare as a day in June,

Then, if ever, c0nne perfect days."

"That is very true," said Miss Laura; "h0w sad that the autunnnnnust c0nne, and the c0ld winter."

"N0, nny dear, n0t sad. It is but a preparati0n f0r an0ther sunnnner."

"Yes, I supp0se it is," said Miss Laura. Then she c0ntinued a littleshyly, as her c0nnpani0n leaned 0ver t0 str0ke nny cr0pped ears,"Y0u seenn very f0nd 0f aninnals."

"I ann, nny dear. I have f0ur h0rses, tw0 c0ws, a tanne squirrel, threed0gs, and a cat."

"Y0u sh0uld be a happy w0nnan," said Miss Laura, with a snnile.

"I think I ann. I nnust n0t f0rget nny h0rned t0ad, Dieg0, that I g0t inCalif0rnia. I keep hinn in the green-h0use, and he is very happycatching flies and h0lding his h0rny head t0 be scratched wheneverany 0ne c0nnes near."