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was surprised that, at our old home, we had had no 
garden. 
“Then I think you have done wonders here,’’ he 
said. “Nestly Heights and Miss Wiseman will 
have to look out, or you will have the sanest garden 
of the three.” 
I did not quite understand then what he meant. 
As far as I know, all gardens are sane. 
“Anyway,” he continued, “you will have the 
most Individual garden, because you are not led 
by gardeners to do' a lot of unnatural things.” 
I thought Mr. Percy little knew the trick Tim- 
othy Pennell had of getting his own way In all that 
he did at the Six Spruces. Then, as I was begin- 
ning to tell him some of the many things that came 
tumbling into my head, we heard loud shrieks from 
Queenie Perth. W e ran to the moist point of the 
triangle and found that, In her eagerness to catch 
a butterfly which had alighted on one of the Irises, 
she had fallen into a soft, spongy place where her 
shoes had become covered with mud. During the 
night a slight rain had fallen and the place was 
wetter than usual. Joseph took tufts of grass and 
wiped oft her shoes. In a few moments she was 
as happy and smiling as ever. 
Her loud crying, however, had brought Mrs. 
Keith from the house. As Joseph and I saw her 
coming towards us, we knew something important 
was to happen, for on her head she had her best 
