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to take some chicken-wire that he has at his house 

 and inclose the garden that way. Mr. Trommel 

 says," announced Mary, "that there are two things 

 you ought to have in a garden : one is beauty, and 

 the other is the other is " she stopped perplexed. 



"Vegetables?" suggested her father. 



"No; that was n't it. Oh, I know l seclusion ' j 

 that 's what he said, and that 's what the chicken- 

 wire is for." 



"That is its use in the chicken-runs," assented 

 Mr. Maxwell ; "but the beauty is n't so prominent." 



"Oh, but it 's going to be all covered with vines 

 and nasturtiums just you wait and see ! There is 

 Mr. Trommel now, father ! " she cried suddenly, 

 jumping up and running to the window. 



Sure enough, ther"e was the short, square figure of 

 the old gardener. Not in the customary shirt- 

 sleeves and apron by no means ! His coat was 

 carefully buttoned in its Sunday fashion, and, dis- 

 daining Mary's well-worn short cut, he was walking 

 around the block to enter at the front gate. 



Mary ran to meet him. 



"Half of that space at the back of the yard will 

 be enough for the child's garden, will it not, Herr 



