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Title: The Garden of the Plynck

Author: Karle Wilson Baker

Illustrator: Florence Minard

Release Date: September 23, 2005 [EBook #16731]

Language: English

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Produced by William F. Seabrook

The Garden of the Plynck

by

Karle Wilson Baker

Contents

Chapter I. The Dimplesmithy

Chapter II. Avrillia

Chapter III. Relations

Chapter IV. The Invaders

Chapter V. Crumbs and Waffles

Chapter VI. The Little Lost Laugh

Chapter VII. Accepting an Invitation

Chapter VIII. The Vale of Tears

Chapter IX. Cheers and Butter

Chapter X. Sara's Day

Chapter I
The Dimplesmithy

Grown people have such an exasperating way of saying, "Now, when I was
a little girl--"

Then, just as you prick up the little white ears of your mind for a
story, they finish, loftily, "I did--or didn't do--so-and-so."

It is certainly an underhand way of suggesting that you stop doing
something pleasant, or begin doing something unpleasant; and you would
not have thought that Sara's dear mother would have had so unworthy a
habit. But a stern regard for the truth compels me to admit that she
had.

You see, Sara's dear mother was, indeed, most dear; but very
self-willed and contrary. Her great fault was that she was always busy
at something. She would darn, and she would write, and she would read
dark-colored books without pictures. When Sara compared her with other
mothers of her acquaintance, or when this very contrary own-mother
went away for a day, she seemed indeed to Sara quite desperately
perfect. But on ordinary days Sara was darkly aware, in the clearest
part of her mind--the upper right-hand corner near the window--that
her mother, with all her charm, really did need to be remoulded nearer
to he