OUR SENTIMENTAL GARDEN 



ebb / else, indeed, the exiguous limits of our new country 

 home never would have held our purchases. Another 

 " Madonna " between the rose-coloured curtains in the 

 narrow window. 



Yes, indeed, there are a great many " Madonnas " about 

 the place. There is an undeniably papistical atmosphere. 

 An old gentleman, of developed intellectuality, who stumbled 

 in upon us shortly after our establishment, could not con- 

 ceal the horrible impression it made upon him. His thoughts 

 would have been easy to read even if the hurry of his 

 adieux had not so plainly proclaimed his disgust. Seeing 

 his eyes fixed upon the majolica statuette in question, we 

 <perhaps with a little malice) informed him that it was 

 known as the " Madonna del Bado." It was then he rose, 

 not quite swallowing down his " Faugh ! " 

 " ybu had not expected to find such superstition abroad in 

 an enlightened age/' we murmured politely. " We cling to 

 these old-world symbolssome of us by conviction, others 

 for mere love of the beautiful past. A little mistake ? The 

 wrong house, say you? How could we have been so 

 stupid as not to guess! Of course, you wanted the 

 bungalow at the other end of the village. Yes, Mrs. 

 Ludwigsohn is everything that you can desire .to meet. 

 Up-to-date cap-a-pie. Socialism, rationalism, suffragism. 

 YOU can begin on the suffrage : she will saw the air with 

 her right hand in a convincing platform manner. A de- 

 lightful, capable woman ! She feeds her infants scientifi- 

 cally on proteids. And there are Rontgen pictures- 

 anatomical, you know in the hall, that you will find more 

 inspiring than della Robbia. Oh, you will get on with 

 her splendidly. We know her ... slightly. Indeed, we 

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