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and how I let her eat it upstairs when mother was gone. Mother just now flirted her off my shoulder, and hastened her retreating form out doors, but she has come back again and sits in the chair looking in to my face as much as to say "Give my love to Abby" but to return to the garden. The peonies Fleur de Lis, Spiders Pansies, and Cinnamon Roses, are now in full bloom. Mother and I, have set more roots under the west windows, so there is a row now a cross the whole side of the house. The Dahlia's sprouted at last, and are growing now. The Gladiola's look finely. My flower seeds are not beginning to come up. Every thing now looks very flourishing. The cherry trees are hanging very full of fruit this season. I had a nice treat of strawberries and cream this forenoon. Chandler brought them in on four maple leaves plaited together. I am sitting by the west window. On the stand is a saucer, filled with Roses, and Pansies, twined with Matrimony, and Balm. On the mantlepiece, your little flower vase is filled, and on the bookcase a pitcher of beautiful while snowballs, That Jane sent home by mother monday. Mother is going to get