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trouble of packing though ; they simply throw away 

 all their used garments and start with everything 

 new. 



And that was what Unda also did. She went 

 away after that great event in the garden, blossom- 

 ing out into a new life ; leaving me strewn all round 

 with her dead " leaves." How inert and silent they 

 looked the next day, lying about uselessly in corners ; 

 no life, no grace in any of them. A bud was gone ; 

 detached from its parent stem; gone to begin 

 gardening on its own account, in another Garden- 

 Beautiful ; dear little bud. 



Besides the Debdar Walk, there is another shady 

 one, that leads past the stables and the Chittagong 

 fowl-house, round by the old pond, which is the 

 abode of untouched jungle ; for where are sufficient 

 workers to be found to keep so much tidy ? Even 

 as it is, there have to be six, with outside help occa- 

 sionally in addition. One old woman does nothing 

 but sweep up leaves, and that keeps her well occu- 

 pied all day; or rather has done till now. Past 

 this pond, you come upon the portion devoted to 

 cuttings, leaf mould, and pots. This is shaded well 

 with trees, and surrounded neatly with a hedge of 



