CHAPTER XVII 

 SOME OLD-TIME FAVORITES 



WONDER how many thousand miles 

 I have walked round my garden! I 

 suppose, in any case, I must have 

 traveled in it as far in a year as 

 the distance many people traverse in a twelve- 

 month's travel abroad. 



Lately I happened to light upon that most 

 charming of garden books, Voyage autour de 

 mon Jardin, which I had not read for many years, 

 and I have been reading it again with the greatest 

 interest and delight. It is a perfect storehouse of 

 the natural-historic facts of garden life, love, and 

 legend, all set forth in a pleasing and picturesque 

 manner unequaled in any other book that I know 

 of. The spirit of the author is shown sufficiently 

 where, in contemplating the marvelous increase 

 from a tiny seed of evening primrose into count- 

 less and interminable generations of beautiful, 

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