OUR SENTIMENTAL GARDEN 



In a single instance one of us beheld him almost meet his 



match, and that in a most unexpected manner. The 



pretty fairy lady, his wife, happened to comment with 



surprise upon the fact that a woman who had been very 



rude to her should have attempted to greet her upon a 



recent occasion as if nothing had happened. 



" She actually held out her hand ! " she concluded. 



" Well, my dear," observed her lord, in his serious way, 



" that is the member most usually extended/' 



To the surprise of the whole table, a shy lady on his left, 



who had not yet uttered a word, said in a small meek voice : 



" She might have put out her tongue ! " 



We never met that shy woman again. We should like to. 



" Please will you keep your Pickle out of my preserves/ 7 



he wrote to a neighbour whose dog was given to roving. 



The neighbour bore a name well known in grocers' lists. 



For two days the wind has been blowing over the moors 

 from the east. The sound of it through the trees on the 

 hill-side is like the roar of a torrent / and now and again it 

 is like the wash of waves upon the beach. A very 

 unseasonable wind, but it makes a grave and beautiful 

 music. Fortunately the Dutch Garden with its wealth 

 of Tulips is sheltered, or there would scarce be left an 

 unbruised petal. 



People are very much struck by our beds of Myosotis, 

 surmounted by the swaying chalices of the Darwins. The 

 simple plan of the blue carpet for these slender May 

 Queens seems to them very wonderful and new. 

 "Oh, look! What's happened? Is it real? It's like 

 fairyland ! " cried a visitor yesterday to a sympathetic sister. 

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