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Bud sat in the park,--Clothes-line Park, A of gladness The park was confined by a

clothes-line stretched between three tottering poles and the one

solitary poplar tree of the Jenkins estate The line was hung hite

linen garrass plot within the

park

This to Bud was the most beautiful spot in the world He looked up into

the sapphire blue of the sky flecked with soft patches of white, then

down upon the waving grass latticed by sun and shade; he listened to the

soothing rustle of the poplar leaves, the soft flapping of linen in the

breeze, the birds in the tree tops, and felt his heart and throat

bursting with all the harmony and melody about his of sorrow on the das must be dried within the house, and he could not venture forth

because he still was regarded as the delicate one of the faarments was not adequate to complete

the boundary to the park, and that meant less to eat and worry about the

rent and a harassed look in histhis afternoon The clothes had been