WHAT I KNOW ABOUT GARDENING. 185 



head and upon the glass roof of her winter-gar 

 den. The garden, I see, is filled with thrifty 

 plants, which will make it always summer there. 

 The callas about the fountain will be in flower 

 by Christmas : the plant appears to keep that 

 holiday in her secret heart all summer. I close 

 the outer windows as we go along, and congrat 

 ulate myself that we are ready for winter. 

 For the winter-garden I have no responsibility: 

 Polly has entire charge of it. I am only re 

 quired to keep it heated, and not too hot either ; 

 to smoke it often for the death of the bugs ; to 

 water it once a day ; to move this and that into 

 the sun and out of the sun pretty constantly : 

 but she does all the work. We never relinquish 

 that theory. 



As we pass around the house, I discover a boy 

 in the ravine filling a bag with chestnuts and 

 hickory-nuts. They are not plenty this year ; 

 and I suggest the propriety of leaving some 



