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All through this happy spring there was only one part of Lois's life that she did not enjoy, and this was school; for it seemed such a waste of sunny hours, when the birds were singing and the trees were coming into leaf, and the seeds in the garden were beginning to sprout, to have to leave this delightful out-of-door world and shut one's self up for hours in a stuffy room, and have tiresome lessons in numbers, or draw maps, or read aloud. The garden was altogether too interesting to leave. They could almost see the plants grow from day to day.
"There are a lot of queer things coming up in the middle of my bed, where I meant to plant my fuchsia," said Lois one morning. "What can they be? They don't look like weeds."