244 THE GARDEN, YOU, AND I 



reminds one of the broom of Scottish hills, the orange- 

 fringed orchis, pink sabbatia, purple maritime gerardia, 

 milkwort, the groundsel tree, that covers itself with 

 feathers in autumn, until, far away beyond the upland 

 meadows, the silver birches stand as outposts to the cool 

 oak woods, in whose shade the splendid yellow gerardia, 

 or downy false foxglove, flourishes. Truly, while the 

 land garden excels in length of season and profusion, 

 the gardens of the sea appeal to the lighter fancies 

 and add the charmed spice of variety to out-of-door 

 life. 



One of the most interesting features of this cottage 

 and its surroundings is the further transplanting of 

 Martin Cortright from his city haunts. At Meadow's 

 End, though he works in the garden in a dilettante sort of 

 way with Lavinia, takes long walks with father, and oc- 

 casionally ventures out for a day's fishing with either 

 or both of my men, he is still the bookworm who dives 

 into his library upon every opportunity and has never 

 yet adapted his spine comfortably to the curves of a 

 hammock ! In short he seems to love flowers histori- 

 cally more for the sake of those in the past who have 

 loved and written of them than for their own sake. 



But here, even as I began to write to you, Mary Pen- 

 rose, entrenched in a nook among the steep rocks 



