OUR SENTIMENTAL GARDEN 



low parapet on the other. Below this parapet the ground 

 slopes down, and at the end of the walk there is so abrupt 

 a fall that it seems almost to end in mid-air with a vast 

 panorama far beneath. And on the side of the flowery 

 border a shelving precipice falls away out of which giant 

 stone pines hang against the distant horizon. The Laven- 

 der has grown to a hedge, and the varying soft pinks of 

 the Penstemons run vividly against its mistiness. 

 Would that walk, and that border, and that view, were 

 ours! 



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