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garden this is especially necessary, for if the garden happens 
to be French, English, or Italian in motif, it should be furnished 
accordingly and a piece of modern “arts-and-crafts” would 
be as thoroughly out of place here as in an Elizabethan drawing- 
room. If the garden reflects no particular period and can be 
designated merely as a formal garden of standard American 
type, its ornaments may be ordered directly from any manufac- 
turer, care being taken to have the same decorative motif run 
through all of the designs employed. 
The informal garden is less exacting in its requirements and 
nearly anything which is of good design and not too ornate 
may well be used. Flower boxes, vases, etc., used outside the 
garden proper and in conjunction with the house, as on a 
terrace for example, should agree with the spirit of the 
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house. This is imperative where the architecture has marked 
character. 
Above all do not disregard the proprieties and violate all 
principles of good taste by buying ornamental sun-dials, gazing- 
globes, and what not, to Set up in haphazard manner in a poorly 
kept up garden or small out-of-the-way lawn in which a highly 
ornamented article has no proper background, and absolutely no 
significance except as an evidence of money spent by the owner. 
We have finally escaped from the ante-bellum period of iron 
vases and stone dogs that once were wont to disport themselves 
on some of our village lawns; having achieved the freedom of 
reason let us not revert to this or some similarly senseless custom 
by the display of highly ornamental garden furniture in locations 
which are absolutely inadequate and render it meaningless. 
Vv , K* r ' 
SUMMER GARDEN 
LOUISE DRISCOLL 
Here is a caravanserie 
For bird and butterfly and bee. 
Here is an inn where wise toads drink. 
And jump at flies, gossip, and blink 
When vivid wings come flying low 
Where little cups of honey grow. 
Perhaps the toads are merchants who 
Know more than people think they do. 
There ’s one lives in my pansy bed 
Who sometimes thrusts his funny head 
Suddenly out, as though he were 
Looking for some winged customer. 
On wings they come from near and far 
To where my garden markets are. 
The humming bird buys larkspur blue 
To keep his sapphire, shining hue, 
And there ’s a spotted moth that goes 
Day by day to a scarlet rose. 
1 wish I could hear butterflies 
Bargaining for pansy dyes, 
I’d like to know what moon moths sing 
To pale wisteria blossoming. 
1 wonder if that rose was glad 
To give the gold bee what she had! 
