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One spring morning I stood with a friend in a garden which her tireless and loving industry had made beautiful in a remarkably short time. I complimented her especially on the velvety lawn which clothed a formerly bare and weedy space. "It seems incredible when I think of how this place looked a few months ago!" I exclaimed. "How did you accomplish such results?" I asked.

"By keeping right at it," my friend replied in her brisk and practical manner, stooping even as she spoke to pull a weed out of the grass.

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