What the Garden is like . 
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for ay for me, and, oli ! the heaps of wet Violets 
that were caught upon my bed ! 
Perhaps, however, our very best, at least our 
completest garden, was one that was made for us 
by a goodnatured grown-up cousin, and I think, if 
I tell you all about it, some of you will manage 
famously to make one something like it. 
It was then, at first, a piece of ground about 
twenty steps from one end to the other. The back 
was a shrubbery, and the front was a lawn, and in 
the shrubbery there was what we called a goose- 
apple-tree, with great large apples that were not 
very good to eat, though the cook always snapped 
at them to make into apple sauce. Well, our 
domain was along this shrubbery, and we had also 
a piece of lawn in front about as far as two 
people could reach if they took hold of hands 
and stretched out their arms across. 
Quite large enough that was, you will allow, 
I think, for such little people as we were then to 
manage. 
Well, the great thing is, as everybody knows, to 
make a garden all quite complete to itself, a hedge 
all round it, and a gate to go in by ! Don’t people 
feel independent when they have such a pleasure 
ground? Ours had just such a hedge, all covered 
