well stand for a model of one to-day, 

 with its richHess of colour and sweetness. 

 " Neither Miss Allison nor her niece 

 would have taken any pleasure in a 

 garden like this (a French formal one), 

 which had nothing of a garden but 

 the name. They both delighted in 

 flowers: the aunt because to her 

 flowefs were ' redolent of youth,' and 

 never failed to awaken tender recollec- 

 tions; Betsy for an opposite reason, 

 having been born and bred in London, 

 — a nosegay there had seemed always 

 to bring her a foretaste of those en- 

 joyments for which she was looking 

 forward with eager hope. They had 

 stocked their front-garden, therefore, 

 with the gayest and the sweetest 

 flowers that were cultivated in those 

 days, — larkspurs, both of the giant 

 and dwarf variety, and of all colours ; 

 sweet-williams of the richest hues; 

 monk's-hood for its stately growth, — 

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