A GARDEN DIARY 119 
in twenty-five years !—the very first time! They 
couldn’t make out what had happened to me; 
thought I must have been run over!” he assured 
me several times between Guildford and Godal- 
ming. 
Well, well, it has come at last! All is right, 
all is well, and we may go back to our own little 
concerns; our housekeepings, and our market- 
ings, our weedings, and our seed-sowing, with 
lighter; let us hope, perhaps also, with a trifle 
gratefuller hearts ? 
