GOLD AND SILVER 3 



me into hourly intercourse with students, I shall, 

 in reality, be able to help on their profession more 

 than I have hitherto been able to assist it. 



No longer impeded by the numerous and very 

 minute details which are always connected with 

 the supervision of any community, I shall have 

 time to read and write about " Gardencraft " in 

 all the many branches of the profession which 

 concern women. It will be easier for me to carry 

 conviction if I speak as an observer, as one who, 

 after many years of experience, has handed over 

 the commercial side and the profits to another, 

 and is now solely occupied in endeavouring to 

 strengthen and broaden all women's work upon 

 the land, as it concerns, not private, but wide, 

 national interests. 



So I muse, as I sit in the early morning, the 

 autumn sun shining bright and warm upon my 

 small encampment of gay Eastern carpet and 

 wicker garden chair, within the shelter of the Sunk 

 Garden, 



The tints of all the foliage that surround it are 

 gold and silver, whether it be that great bush of 

 unrestrained honeysuckle that ramps upwards 

 towards the encircling beech hedge or the tufts of 

 traveller's joy that weigh down the pergola made 

 of pale blue, wooden children's hoops, which, 

 interlaced, form picture frames of leaves. Even 

 the soft grey hills look silvery as they are seen 

 through these arches above the tall row of pale 

 mauve asters that outlines the garden. The other 

 note of colour is a strong red one, for the little wild 

 strawberry leaves that fill the interstices between 



