MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 63 



EIGHTH WEEK. 



&quot;IV /f~Y garden has been visited by a 

 -Lj-- High Official Person. President 

 G nt was here just before the Fourth, 

 getting his mind quiet for that event 

 by a few days of retirement, staying 

 with a friend at the head of our street ; 

 and I asked him if he wouldn t like to 

 come down our way Sunday afternoon, 

 and take a plain, simple look at my gar 

 den, eat a little lemon ice-cream and 

 jelly-cake, and drink a glass of native 

 lager-bier. I thought of putting up 

 over my gate, &quot; Welcome to the Na 

 tion s Gardener ; &quot; but I hate nonsense, 

 and didn t do it. I, however, hoed dil 

 igently on Saturday : what weeds I 

 couldn t remove I buried, so that every 



