OUR SENTIMENTAL GARDEN 

 strenuous London is a wonderful little experience for 

 people who care for the pure joys of the young green and 

 the spring flowers. -There is an indescribable panorama of 

 woodland beauty on the hills opposite Villino Loki. A 

 great marching regiment of pines, straggling upwards, 

 emphasize the tints of birch and larch tints which no pen, 

 hardly any brush, could portray. The very sunlight 

 seems caught and sent forth again from the pale yet vivid 

 sheen. The White Broom is pearled with bud / in a few 

 days it will burst into bloom and toss plumes as of some 

 fantastic, fairy knighthood above the yew hedges that 

 enclose the Dutch Garden. 



The dogs' welcome to their lost masters and to Loki 

 <who, of course, always accompanies his family wher- 

 ever it goes) is very genuine, and rather obstreperous. 

 Bettine runs in and out of the room, up and down the 

 furniture, as if in joyful pursuit of imaginary rats. 

 Arabella, fond and foolish as ever, tries to crawl into 

 everybody's lap. Being about the size of a young calf, 

 these blandishments are not encouraged. Loki, little 

 Fur-man, as we call him, has a different way of expressing 

 his feelings. True, he runs about and yelps rapture to the 

 other dogs / but he sobs and cries like a child on reunion 

 with any of his own, and half swoons with rapture in our 

 arms. Sometimes it seems as if the love in his heart were 

 too big for his little flame-coloured body, and must burst 

 it in the endeavour to express his joy ! 

 Loki is always very bumptious and pleased with himself 

 in London being Only -dog therebut he cannot bear 

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