74 A Little Maryland Garden 
first brick, and later stone. A pile of brick 
was left at the bottom of the garden by the 
builders, which gave me all I wanted for a 
long time, and made very satisfactory edg- 
ings. I sunk them sideways, so that they 
projected only slightly above the ground, and 
they made inconspicuous borders, and kept 
out the grass very well. 
After the supply was exhausted my eye 
was caught one day by a pile of cobblestones 
in a neighbouring fence corner. Their soft 
greys were very attractive, and I saw them, 
in fancy, made into low walls, with spring 
bulbs and clove pinks nodding over them. 
The owner said I might take all I wanted, so I 
set to work building walls. I believe we all 
have the instinctive, primitive love of wall- 
building that survives so strongly in the 
Thibetans to-day. I was reminded, as I 
built, of stony slopes I had seen at home, 
covered with scattered rocks which I was 
told were glacial moraines. On these were 
often seen most ingenious walls, enclosing 
corrals or many-roomed houses, built by 
