118 DESERTED GARDEN—MIDDLE OF MAY 
edges (French, ‘dent de lion’) were quite a 
foot long. Some of last year’s teasles had 
grown ten feet high. Old flower stems of the 
tansy still standing measured four feet. As 
we passed out into the high road, an Italian 
hurdy-gurdy man ground out his old organ, 
adding to the babel of the traffic. It wasa 
great contrast to the quiet garden we had 
just left. We were much pleased with our 
visit to this secluded retreat, but disappointed 
at finding so few nests. What would not 
this garden have yielded had it been out in 
the country? But perhaps it would not 
have yielded much, for boys are everywhere ! 
