A Little Maryland Garden 121 
was before it. A bush of coral honeysuckle 
in full bloom was against the fence, a crim- 
son peony full of flowers in the long grass. 
Roses twined over the projecting and really 
picturesque porch before the door, and a 
weigelia spread out its pink sprays. Patches 
of phlox and other plants gave promise of 
more bloom when summer waned. The whole 
was shabby and sweet, untidy but not for- 
lorn. Rather, homelike and cosy, but speak- 
ing of the easy-going, careless habits of the 
mountaineers. 
In contrast to this were the modern 
frame houses of some prosperous farmers, 
with cut lawns and neat grounds. But the 
log cabins, with bars across the doors 
over which spilled a crop of sunburned 
heads, and pastures and cornfields with their 
blue-clad, barefoot youngsters, shiftless and 
happy, were most in character with the 
surroundings. Behind rose the forest- 
covered mountains, from whose green 
flashed here and there the yellow and 
orange flame of the azaleas, and fern 
