But then to think of ten millions of 'em--why, it would took Miss Isham
and me more'n a week to jest count 'em, and work hard, too, all the
time.

Why, when I jest stretched out my eye-sight to try to take in them ten
millions of globes of gorgeous beauty, my sperits sunk in me further
than the Queen of Sheba's did before the glory of Solomon; I felt that
minute that I would love to see Miss Sheba, and neighbor with her a
spell, and talk with her about pride, and how it felt when it wuz
a-fallin'. I could go ahead of her, fur, fur, and I thought I would have
loved to own it up to her, and if Solomon had been present, too, I
wouldn't have cared a mite--I felt humble. And I jest marched off and
never said a word about gittin' a root for me or Miss Isham--I wuz
fairly overcome.

And still we walked round through milds and milds of solid beauty and
bloom. Every beautiful posey I had ever hearn on, and them I had never
hearn on wuz there, right before my dazzled eyes.

The biggest crowd we see in the Horticultural Hall wuz round what you
may call the humblest thing--a tree, something like old Bobbetses calf,
with five legs.

There wuz a fern from Japan, two separate varieties growin' together in
one plant.

There wuz Japanese dwarf trees one hundred years old and about as big as
gooseberries.

A travellin' tree from Madagascar wuz one of the most interestin' things