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Her and more homelike in quiet possession and 

 enjoyment. 



Our garden gets all the sun and rain and 

 dew the heavens can afford, and that is most 

 luxuriant. Growth and beauty and fruit are 

 instinct in every inch of soil. Ours is not a rose 

 garden, nor a fruit garden, is not exclusively de- 

 voted to any one thing, it has great variety and 

 so enhances the interests of all and adds charm. 

 A rose garden is beautiful, ours is still more so. 

 We have roses, Ruth says there are over twen- 

 ty varieties, most of them are rare, and all of 

 them choice. A rose is a — rose, full definition 

 is in seeing and sniffing! A garden of tulips, 

 one sees them at perfection in Holland, is a 

 rare and lovely sight; ours is lovelier, for we 

 have tulips, but we have more, plenty of vel- 

 vety lawn, flowering shrubs, native and exotic, 

 and trees for shade and fruit. 



The delights of a garden are manifold, the 

 chief one is in working it yourself. Growth is 

 compensation, especially if under your own 

 touch. What early mornings it necessitates. 

 What exquisite pictures of unpaintable morn- 

 ing light are displayed. What appetisings and 

 health and vigor. Each hour has its appealing 

 beauty and opportunity, for pleasure and work 

 are ever at hand if one be sympathetic and pur- 



