JOGEE'S FRUITLESS GARDEN 23 



gardens in the neighbourhood grow fine vegetables 

 of all sorts, and I constantly get presents of whole 

 baskets full of peas, celery, tomatoes, and cabbages, 

 from friends who have more than they can eat. I 

 give Jogee the best seed ; I have outside men 

 brought in to thrice dig over the earth ; thoroughly 

 cleaning and pulverising it ; manure and bone meal 

 are given in proper quantities ; shade is supplied 

 when necessary, and water is given in abundance : 

 and all to no purpose. It is either the double line 

 of trees, one each side of the wall, keeping off the 

 morning sun, or it is the adjacent grave. 



I think it must be the grave ! The other day I 

 observed it was covered with an arrangement of 

 white flowers, closely strung on string in a network 

 design, and surrounded by a row of little clay 

 saucers, which evidently had been filled with oil and 

 lighted, as there were the remains of little wicks. 

 Somebody must have been there doing Poojah the 

 night before, but no one knows who. I wonder if 

 it had any connection with the loss of my gold cuff- 

 links ? These people are so strange. 



One morning, after breakfast, I was going to 

 dash down to the Chamber of Horrors to plant 



