Excerpt from Honesty's GardenA speckled thrush, puffing his plum chest, called once - twice - from the highest twig on the highest branch of the pear-tree near my window. I heard presently answering notes, slightly petulant, perhaps. The rain had fallen sweetly during the night, turning all the lumpy, hard ground soft and fragrant, and cleansing the rose trees of blight. The close lawn was sparkling under the early sun, as though sprinkled by some lavish magic hand with mil lions of diamonds.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.