102 THE GARDEN OF A 



custom all over the world, how strange it would 

 be! 



It is growing dusky in among the rafters, but the 

 Garden of Dreams is every moment growing more 

 distinct to my waking vision. To-night Evan must 

 put it all down on paper for me, so that I shall 

 not forget or make mistakes. What is that noise ? 

 Really, I can imagine that I see strange shapes mov- 

 ing among the rafters. The dogs are all alert. Ah ! 

 only the telephone bell in the hall. 



Evan has just called me to say that he has 

 arranged to stay at home all day to-morrow! We 

 have agreed not to use the long-distance line 

 except for emergencies, such as his being unex- 

 pectedly detained in town over night, for it is so 

 expensive. But he knew how I have been longing 

 to have him here for a week day, so that we might 

 realize everything again, and decide the garden 

 plan, and he would not keep me waiting to know 

 of it for even an hour. 



It is quite dark now when he comes home, so we 

 carry a flash lantern when he takes his after-dinner 

 cigar walk, that we may neither run into trees nor 

 fall into the new violet frame while we tell of the 



