tlOS AJMGELiES, CAIi. 



MARY'S GARDEN 

 AND HOW IT GREW 



CHAPTEE I 



IB/07 

 MR. TROMMEL'S 'ASSISTANT 



[December] 



IF you had looked out of a south window of the 

 Maxwell house the day after Christmas, you 

 would have seen a little figure hurrying along the 

 path to the side gate, the brown curls bobbing vigor- 

 ously up and down with the exertion. 



Mr. Maxwell was looking out of the window, 

 watching the small figure which was making such a 

 bee-line toward the little house with the roof all 

 peaks and gables, the long glass house at the side, 

 just across the road from the Maxwells' side gate. 

 "Going over to see old Trommel, I suppose," he 

 said, turning to his wife, with a laugh. " We '11 have 

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