CHAPTER eV I 
IN AN OLD DESERTED GARDEN—MIDDLE OF 
MAY 
A PHOTOGRAPHER in search of nature pictures 
is ever eager to get where she holds her 
sweet sway undisturbed. Therefore, when I 
heard of an old deserted garden, I was not 
long in taking advantage of the kind per- 
mission to visit it with the camera. This 
garden, situated in the town, had been un- 
tended for several years, and was waiting, 
alas! for an army of workmen with their 
picks and shovels preparatory to building 
operations. I have travelled a good deal 
and seen many gardens, but there is no type 
that appeals to me so much as the old English 
garden, especially if nature has been allowed 
to have her way in it. Its links with 
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