A GARDEN IN VENICE 



to accept them in line and kind. But the spaces, 

 the so-called squares they formed and enclosed, 

 had to be dealt with. Many were small, filled 

 with useless, dwarfed, and ugly fig-trees. The 

 cabbages and potatoes, not too well grown, that 

 filled others in due season, scarcely commended 

 themselves to us as permanent inhabitants, and 

 we called on our imagination and our- memories 

 for plans of betterment. 



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