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color under the roof of the adjoining porch. Two long boxes made 

 of rough-hewn timbers, stained brown to match the house, stand 

 close to the low ten-ace wall, so that the honeysuckle and the kud/u 

 run over and cover their sides in rich luxuriance. These also hold 

 the brilliant rose-mallow blooming the whole summer through. 

 great rosy and crimson bells of beauty. Of course these have to 

 go into the green-house for the winter, as do also the two small 

 cryptomerias brought from Japan, and the osmanthus, which was 

 sent to us from Washington and looks exactly like a berryless 

 holly. On the brick floor are some dull Chinese bowls of the 

 pink hnpatiens sultana, an exquisite specimen of tuberous begonia 

 with jxrhaps a pot of blue spiderwort sent by a sympathetic soul 

 for our wild garden, or a jar of red peppers brought down from 

 the kitchen garden that we may enjoy the variety of color as 

 they ripen. 



The delicate sprays and sweet-scented flowers of the white 

 jasmine are twined about the big rough brown timbers supporting 

 the upstairs porch; the trumpet vine hangs heavy on one corner, and 

 the kudzu balances it on the other with masses of rich green leaves. 

 Here we sit on moonlit evenings and watch the boats sail through 

 the path of gold. Here the rain comes down in soft showers from the 

 gutterless roofs; and five minutes after the clouds have passed, 

 the terrace is perfectly dry again. Here we linger to get the hot 

 reflected light from the late autumn sun, and here I labor durin" 



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many a happy hour, snipping the geraniums, trimming the roses, and 



