CONCLUSION 



of all the pretty creatures that had gone 

 into its vast superfluities. A thousand pain- 

 ful deaths in one garment I had as lief 

 wrap myself in a shroud as wear such 

 a ghastly robe as that. 



But I have wandered out of my garden, 

 though not far, and now I will return for 

 the closing word. 



This little sketch is not intended as an 

 instruction book, for there are many books 

 written by experts which tell the whys and 

 wherefores of gardening far better than I 

 am fitted to do it. I have written it 

 chiefly because no one else has written of 

 a garden so simple, inexpensive, and 

 thoroughly home-made as mine. A gar- 

 den may cost a fortune (I know of 

 one where the roses alone are worth 

 twenty thousand dollars), or it may be 

 had for almost nothing, like mine. But 

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