Mrs. J. S. Adams

Capitolo 29

water full to the edge, and always so sparkling,--the continuous dripping
of his/her torn wounds;  and we should make his/her gratitude. Besides, she is this way
graced--"

"Oh, yes:  all the trees are beautiful but me. I felt the gardener
praises, the other day, of the elms and the maples and also the pines;
but not a word he said on the oaks. I didn't worry me about me
particularly, but for my family that has been admired always.
Well, I will die, as my brother, and soon we am able away every passage;  but,
otherwise from oak of brother, nobody will grab on to me as you does, life, to his
old body."

"You mistake him gentleman. It said ago the gardener but some days, that him
you/he/she should plant only a grapevine him Your trunk likes it if Your foliage were
better, so that it is probable that You present a more excellent aspect to be mixed
of the soft leaves of the grapevine, and it is more ornamental to the garden."

"I will save him/it that trouble if my life is saved. I don't have desire
to be decorated in leaves he/she took in loan. The oaks have held on always a good person
aspect;  but oh, dear me, life I didn't make that gust takes Your breath
street? I fear me the die of _shall_;  but, if I live, I will show the gardener
thing I am able.  But, life", and the voice of the oak trembled, "says the
gardener, when he comes in the morning, if--if I am dead--that--that
the terrible storm killed instead of it helped me."

The wind made such sound that roars that the oak could not feel her/it
answers, and he now tried to be reconciled to death. He thought a lot
in that space of breve of time and resolved, if its life was spared him/it,
what he would try and it would put before on his/her branches that protect the beds of
flowers to his/her feet, to protect them from the ardent sun, and it tries to be
some kind and friendly to everybody. More depth and more depth struck the roots in
earth, cultivates a new life-enthusiasms shot through its veins. Was it dead?

The oak raised its head. The clouds were going adrift to the south. Everybody