144 ROUND ABOUT CHICAGO 



gray squirrels scamper in mock alarm as you 

 approach, to the top of the high bluff, on one 

 side of the road wild and weedy, on the other 

 mown and even. 



There you may look down upon a stretch of 

 sand beach punctuated with piers, where children 

 are sporting gleefully on the sand or in the water, 

 and if it is a calm day their voices are just audible 

 above the washing of the waves. On the glorious 

 blue expanse a sail drifts by. 



But for these sights you need not have come 

 just here; the lake is the same for many long 

 miles. You came to see the garden. So you 

 must go back to the first road and turn south- 

 ward. Soon you will find it, on the right, hemmed 

 in by hedges of roses and marvelous shrubbery; 

 known far and wide as the fairest of small gardens, 

 so perfect is its succession of color, delicate and 

 tender in the spring, gay and flaunting in mid- 

 summer, rich and gorgeous in the autumn, and 

 so artfully arranged are its vistas across unbroken 

 lawns to the ravine and the road that form its 

 limits. 



We entered the grounds, Mother and I, for the 

 owner invites garden lovers to come and see. 

 Down past the rockery we all at once found our- 

 selves startling a whisking squirrel in a rustic 



