OUR SENTIMENTAL GARDEN 



bed in the Reserve Garden from the seat under The Beech 

 Tree <which commands that enthralling spot) and saw the 

 blue battalion 

 glowing with 

 enamel colours 

 draw up 

 against the 

 moor beyond, 

 we felt 

 not at 



all ashamed of 

 ourselves ~ yea, 

 we felt conceit- 

 edly pleased. 



But our beasts 

 are individual in- 

 deed / and, as it was 

 said, there are only six of 

 them. 



The first in order of import- 

 ance is the Pekinese, who, 

 purchased at a moment when 

 we were much under the en- 



chantment of the ''Ring/ 7 we ineptly ^yet, from the 

 ethnological standpoint, not altogether inappropriately-- 

 called Loki : his coat is fiery red, and he is an adept at 

 deceit. When we want to impress strangers we hastily 

 explain that he is Mo-Loki, son of the great Mo-Choki, the 

 celebrated champion. Loki <who frequently assures us 



