THE PRIVATE GARDEN 



the southeasterly side entrance of the house. 

 To this the drive comes on unrigorous lines from 

 the street. The walk curves away a few steps 

 earlier to go to the front door but the drive, 

 passing on, swings in under the rear corner 

 windows and to the kitchen steps, veers around 

 by the carriage-house door and so loops back 

 into itself. In this loop, and all about the 

 bases of the dwelling and carriage-house the 

 flowers rise in dense abundance, related to one 

 another with clever taste and with a happy 

 care for a procession of bloom uninterrupted 

 throughout the season. Straightaway from the 

 side door, leaving the drive at a right angle, 

 runs a short arbor of vines. Four or five steps 

 to the left of this bower a clump of shrubbery 

 veils the view from the street and in between 

 shrubs and arbor lies a small pool of water 

 flowers and goldfish. On the arbor's right, in 

 charming privacy, masked by hollyhocks, dah- 

 lias and other tall-maidenly things, lie beds of 

 strawberries and lettuce and all the prim ranks 

 and orders of the kitchen garden. 



Words are poor things to paint with; I wish 

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