10 WILL YOU WALK INTO MY GARDEN? 



ing over my garden. It was intimated, as a 

 mattei cf course, that things wouldn't grow, 

 couldn't grow, ought not to grow, unless it be 

 in an orthodox way, and that with them seemed 

 to mean their way. 



But when, fluttering with apprehension, I 

 hastened out among the vegetable heretics, I 

 usually enjoyed the most agreeable surprises. 

 Everything had developed wonderfully in my 

 absence, and plants, that did not seem to grow 

 at all when daily watched, had in the interval, 

 like little tow-headed urchins, not seen for a 

 year or more, taken a palpable step toward ro- 

 bust maturity. 



The fact is, vegetables are no respecters of 

 persons, and acknowledge no hereditary, horti- 

 cultural, or hypercritical rights vested in privi- 

 leged classes. 



Then there is another favored cla ~s, who justly 

 boast of their shrewdness. The world finds out 



