COMMUTER'S WIFE 309 



climbing around the hill, is a trail of wild marjo- 

 ram. Do you not smell the clean fragrance that 

 the afternoon dampness holds close ? My lawn is 

 a bouquet an acre wide ! " 



" I smell turkey dressing," said my lady, suddenly. 



I had quite forgotten to whom I was speaking, 

 but the shock sobered me at once. 



" That is, soup flavouring, I mean ; but it's a right 

 stiff guess enough, I reckon, for they do use thyme 

 and such things in cooking. I remember ordering 

 some once when I used to go to market. 



"Well, my dear, you always were odd, and you 

 can have your lawn a ' kitchen bouquet ' if you 

 choose, but I'm sure our landscapist would say it 

 isn't at all the thing for us. 



" By the way, where do you buy your tea ? It is 

 delicious ! Our butler never gets mine twice alike, 

 and he blames it on the second man whose duty 

 it is to see that the water boils. He only pours it 

 on, of course, and serves it. 



" Make it myself, as you always do in the indoor 

 season ? I tried it once and burned a hundred- 

 dollar mechlin sleeve drapery in the horrid urn lamp. 



"Would you just give me a bunch of your delicious 

 lemon verbena ? It will be such a relief to have a 

 change in the flavouring in the finger glasses. The 



