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fruit on. I like to watch the first stirrings of life - the mysterious swelling of the buds, and a mystery it is which all science has not yet explained. There is a large bud, that bud had got a blossom in it! We could tell that certainly now if we should pick it off and cut across it we would see the future blossom all carefully folded and tucked in in the heart of the little bud. But let us wait tranquilly, as nature tranquilly waits, and it will slowly (all too slowly for our impatience) swell and swell and swell, till by and by, as you go to observe it again there is a beautiful tinge of red on its tip. Now your heart swells towards it! And then at last it busts out into real flowers, five, six, or seven of them. And there is the first start towards an apple. How much we have got before the fruit, if we will only take it.