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           BillForresterlefthismachineandcameover,smiling,squintinginthesun."That’sright,"hesaid."Boughtthegrassyesterday.Thought,whileI’monvacationI’djustplantitforyou."

           "Whywasn’tIconsultedaboutthis?It’smylawn!"criedGrandfather.

           "Thoughtyou’dappreciateit,Mr.Spaulding."

           "Well,Idon’tthinkIdoappreciateit.Let’sseethisconfoundedgrassofyours."

           Theystoodbythelittlesquarepadsofnewgrass.Grandpatoedatitwithoneendofhisshoesuspiciously."Lookslikeplainoldgrasstome.Yousuresomehorsetraderdidn’tcatchyouearlyinthemorningwhenyouweren’tfullyawake?"

           "I’veseenthestuffgrowinginCalifornia.Onlysohighandnohigher.Ifitsurvivesourclimateit’llsaveusgettingoutherenextyear,onceaweek,tokeepthedarnedstufftrimmed."

           "That’sthetroublewithyourgeneration,"saidGrandpa."Bill,I’mashamedofyou,youanewspapermanAllthethingsinlifethatwereputheretosavor,youeliminate.Savetime,savework,yousay."Henudgedthegrasstraysdisrespectfully."Bill,whenyou’remyage,you’llfindoutit’sthelittlesavorsandlittlethingsthatcountmorethanbigones.Awalkonaspringmorningisbetterthananeighty-milerideinahopped-upcar,youknowwhy?Becauseit’sfullofflavors,fullofalotofthingsgrowing.You’vetimetoseekandfind.Iknow—you’reafterthebroadeffectnow,andIsupposethat’sfitandproper.Butforayoungmanworkingonanewspaper,yougottolookforgrapesaswellaswatermelons.YougreatlyadmireskeletonsandIlikefingerprints;wellandgood.