The Garden Magazine, August, 1919 



11 



WHERE THE SHADE IS JUST RIGHT WHEN TEA TIME ARRIVES 

 The cool little stone garden of Graystone, Greenwich, Conn., the estate of Mr. Wm, Steele Gray 



for instant impromptu transformation into a stage. A 

 most delightful recollection indeed of a certain small 

 garden 1 wot of, is of certain small people who enter- 

 tained there one summer afternoon with a play conceived, 

 written, costumed and staged entirely by themselves, in a 

 space where less imagination than a twelve-year-old's would 

 not have ventured — utilizing shrubbery and trees as these 

 stood, adjusting their entrances and their exits accordingly, 

 all with noteworthy success. Needless to say the affair was 

 incidentally of infinite service in keeping this entire flock of 

 youngsters amused and out of mischief for many days before 



it came off; and served further educationally, in the best and 

 broadest sense, without their ever suspecting it! 



ONE group of village children that I know annually pro- 

 duces a play for the benefit of their own small library. 

 The place where it is given is a lovely hillside glade that is a 

 natural amphitheatre within the woods of an old estate. 

 Sometimes it is a ready-made and ambitious drama, and 

 sometimes it is an adaptation of their own from some old 

 folk tale or fairy story, done with the help of the young fairy 

 godmother who watches over them. Such a little band 



