CHAPTER XIII 



SOMETIME 



IT is always gratifying to contemplate what good we 

 have done and what benefits we have received in 

 the past; it is a joy to experience each day our quota 

 of pleasures; but the future— what roseate hues sur- 

 round it, what nameless joys attend it, what glorious 

 schemes are conjured by that magical word "some- 

 time"! 



Sometime we are going to have a series of small 

 gardens, a succession of shut-in spaces with their sense 

 of intimacy and seclusion, providing a wealth of 

 flowers for each month in the year; lovely nooks en- 

 closed by high walls, with a barred wooden gate at the 

 entrance and steps leading down, so that one can get the 

 full effect of the spreading bloom as one enters. 



Seven of these gardens are partly planned, their loca- 

 tion almost decided on, in a hollow where few trees will 

 have to be sacrificed. I can see in my mind's eye the 



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