for the difficult task perfectly carried out. Here was the Trianon, 
Versailles, or Fontainebleau as you will, transported to a hill 
near Philadelphia, overlooking the superb Whitemarsh Valley. 
"We saAv it at sunset; it is a memory of beautiful balustrades, 
dignified parterres, fountains playing in the golden light, and 
over all, the autumn colors and the reflection of the setting 
sun in the lake below. 
Mrs. Starr's Thoughts of a revivifying tea filled our inner consciousness 
Garden as we wound out of that impressive drive, and the hospitable 
light which shone from Mrs. Isaac Starr's door was a most 
welcome sight. We thought that the limit of garden enjoy- 
ment had been reached, but after our inner-woman was re- 
freshed, we glimpsed a terrace with shadowy arching trees 
meeting above, and on exploring further, the witchery of 
twilight in a garden Avas upon us. It may have been the little 
lights twinkling out one by one in the Whitemarsh Valley 
below, it may have been the fountain splashing in the half- 
light, it may have been the restfulness of one of Mrs. Shipman's 
inspired gardens, but the full spell was upon us, and w^e heard 
more than one good gardener say this was the one she loved 
the best. 
Then came the excitement of departure ; the marvellous 
efficiency of the Motor Committee again ; the au revoirs till the 
spring meeting, — and the last cheering sight of Mrs. Newell 
and Mrs. Eea talking earnestly together on the doorstep, — 
planning for the Cleveland-Allegheny "Spring Offensive." 
The Stotesbury Place. 
Nowhere has the passionate American will for great 
achievement been turned toward the creation of beautiful 
splendor with such quick success as at Mr. E. T. Stotesbury 's 
at Chestnut Hill. It is the fulfillment of a vision embracing 
more than house and garden. Palace crowns hill; yet from the 
summit one forgets man's effort in dreams of far autumn tinted 
hills. 
Toward the west, enclosed by Box hedges, a splendid green 
panel in a grove frames a broad pool. But yesterday it was 
not there to catch and hold on rippling water the heart of a 
harvest sunset. Around the corner, loggia and terrace arms 
stretched out from the wings of the house hold a court flooded 
with yellow blossoms, against the building. Below, where once 
the hill was, is a vast and elegant tapis vert, leading down to 
R. playground of leaping fountains. Borders of richly colored 
plants enclose the grass panel, which, further out, is bordered 
by wide beds of rich greenery into which are set gleaming statues, 
hidden benches and retreats. On the left is a high, balustraded 
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