AUGUST 1 81 



citronella, which she carries with her as the 

 sweetest benediction. 



I should like it if one corner of the White- 

 paper Garden could be set solely as a place for 

 scents ; to have a garden which should rival 

 that most fragrant spot which Hawthorne 

 describes as Wordsworth's garden. Words- 

 worth, we know, said : 



" I believe that every flower 

 Enjoys the air it breathes." 



Why not gather together those heavenly 

 breathings into a new small paradise? It 

 need not be a task of so great difficulty as to 

 discourage even those happiest of all gardeners, 

 who beg clips, and exchange roots and seeds, 

 and wait for years for the coming of a certain 

 iris, or the flowering of a tardy shrub, and it 

 could be arranged in even a small enclosure. 

 That it be enclosed, I take it, is a necessity. 

 To expect the full charm of even the hardiest 

 plants set out in the unfriended open, with 

 boys and cats and dogs and rough winds to 

 visit them at will and to harry them at pleasure, 

 is as foolish as to ask a child to carry the 

 bloom of its babyhood through a youth passed 

 in a hotel. First, last, always, I cry out for 



