APROPOS OF NOTHING 



|p^saug||HICH. of course, I do not expect will be taken 

 ^WTffl absolutely literally, for, between ourselves, I 

 ^^^H have the pardonable sensation of feeling that I 

 am considerably more than nothing. Therefore, I am 

 yielding to the importunities of most of the subscribers 

 to Our Garden Journal and presenting for the satisfac- 

 tion, or pleasure, or curiosity of those who know me not 

 — my picture. From the very first issue of the Journal, 

 I have received letters asking it. Never having been a 

 public personage of any sort, and not seeking to shine in 

 the "strong white light that beats upon the throne," I 

 could not exactly see what difference an acquaintance 

 with my pictured physiognomy would make. Whether 

 I were fat or thin, tall or short, blonde or brunette seemed 

 would matter little, so long as what I had to impart were 

 of value to the Amateur Gardener. 



But still the letters came. You know the adage about 

 the constant dropping of water! Well, I finally came to 

 be convinced in a measure that the impulse that inspired 

 the letters was genuine, was a little bit more than idle 

 curiosity. 



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