MY GARDEN HOW IT GREW. 57 



details that now constantly came up. But we 

 jogged along after a fashion till the busy season 

 was over, and then a stout, young boy and my- 

 self carried forward operations alone. That 

 summer I sold from my garden three hundred 

 and fifty-five dollars' worth of vegetables and 

 fruit. I will refer to expenses in another chap- 

 ter, as I scarcely dare speak of them yet. In 

 addition, our table was supplied on a very 

 different scale from the preceding year. 



I resolved, however, that I would not be tyr- 

 annized over in my own garden, and deter- 

 mined to be autocrat there myself in the future, 

 I was an amateur, and fond of all sorts of experi- 

 ments and original methods ; and even when 

 having my own way would spoil anything, 1 

 wanted it spoiled just to suit me, and no words 

 about it. The garden, of all places, is the place 

 of peace, where the true mystical heart's-ease 

 should grow. But there could be no peace in 



