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sighing of the wind in the leafy tree. It was the first time I had ever noticed that harmonious natural melody. But it gave me many pleasant moments afterwards to listen to that whispered sighing, the notes never discordant or out of tune. I like to watch the coming to life of my orchard in Spring. The bare tree is pleasant to look on, the limbs all cunningly fashioned, seemingly the same kind of sticks stuck all over the tree, but if you look at it carefully you will see that no two shoots are exactly alike; and then you will notice that trees bearing different kinds of apples differ in general aspect - the family resemblance is different; some tend to make erect shoots, others send out wide spreading arms, as if they had a human feeling and wanted to put their fruit where it would be most tempting; and the drooping ones, mind, have the most