1 8 WILL YOU WALK INTO MY GARDEN? 



in his arm-chair. All shall be as clear and gra- 

 phic as the play wherein Bottom the weaver ex- 

 plained everything, and left little room for the 

 imagination. But, however numerous the de- 

 fects of the story, it shall be unmarred by one 

 insincerity. It will be a truthful record of 

 an actual experience. I shall aim to tell sim- 

 ply and naturally how my summer recreation 

 was a source of profit in many ways, for the 

 $2,000 does not sum up all that I gained, by 

 any means. If a little unstrained humor plays 

 over these pages, let it be like the sunlight that 

 falls upon my garden, now lighting up a homely 

 cabbage-patch, now reddening the cheek of the 

 patrician strawberry. If some parts are dull, 

 remember there are dull, dark days in the gar- 

 den, when the ground is bare and nothing but 

 plodding work to be done. If, now and then, 

 dry spots are found, remember in charity that 

 drought is the worst enemy of gardens as 



