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garden well, it must have been in a dream instead. 

 // is the garden of Mrs. Marchant, wholly of fragrant 

 things ; it is on the little cross-road, beyond that strip 

 of woods up there," and she waved toward a slight 

 rise in the land that was regarded as a hill of consid- 

 erable importance in this flat country. 



"It does not contain merely a single bed of sweet 

 odours like Barbara's and mine, but is a garden an 

 acre in extent, where everything admitted has fra- 

 grance, either in flower or leaf. We chanced upon it 

 quite by accident, Martin and I, when driving ourselves 

 down from Oaklands, across country, as it were, to 

 Gray Rocks, by keeping to shady lanes, byways, and 

 pent roads, where it was often necessary to take down 

 bars and sometimes verge on trespassing by going 

 through farmyards in order to continue our way. 



"After traversing a wood road of unusual beauty, 

 where everything broken and unsightly had been 

 carefully removed that ferns and wild shrubs 

 might have full chance of life, we came suddenly 

 upon a white picket gate covered by an arched trellis, 

 beyond which in the vista could be seen a modest 

 house of the real colonial time, set in the midst of a 

 garden. 



"At once we realized the fact that the lane was also 



