MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 11 



themselves come up in any proper sense, 

 but that the dirt had got off from them, 

 leaving them uncovered. She thought 

 it would be well to sprinkle a slight layer 

 of dirt over them ; and I, indulgently, 

 consented. It occurred to me, when she 

 had gone, that beans always come up 

 that way, wrong end first ; and that 

 what they wanted was light, and not 

 dirt. 



Observation : Woman always did, from 

 the first, make a muss in a garden. 



I inherited with my garden a large 

 patch of raspberries. Splendid berry 

 the raspberry, when the strawberry has 

 gone. This patch has grown into such a 

 defiant attitude, that you could not get 

 within several feet of it. Its stalks were 

 enormous in size, and cast out long, 

 prickly, arms in all directions ; but the 

 bushes were pretty much all dead. I 

 have walked into them a good deal with 



