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veined and blotched with rich colouring, with- 

 out a vision of the hall in a well-beloved 

 house beside the Thames, where many happy 

 days of my girlhood were spent. And a 

 certain combination of Oak-leaf Geranium, 

 Clove Pinks, " Cherry-pie " the old-fashioned 

 pale grey sort and sweet-scented Verbena, 

 placed in a wide-mouthed glass, unfailingly 

 conjures up the slippery glazed chintz and 

 muslin-covered cushions of a sofa beside the 

 writing-table, set in a south window looking 

 across the garden to the Channel and the 

 gleam of light on the South Foreland. 



The delicious old Warwickshire Garden at 

 Tachbrook I once tended for some twelve 

 years, bore this same individual note. And 

 though I had never known the maker of it, 

 and she had long gone to her rest, while 

 for several years before our tenancy it had 

 been sadly neglected, yet the impress of her 

 care and love still pervaded it. A day seldom 

 passed without a thought of the hand that 

 twenty years before had planted the great 

 Marechal Niel (from which one Summer I 



