104 
THE HEART OF A GARDEN 
should not so much as breathe the name of frost as 
yet; it is in a sense a tempting of Providence, and late 
summer has many good days in store for us still. The 
swallows skim, now low, now high, above the rose- 
garden, the sun-dial has daily but a few less shining 
hours to number, bats flit busily in the dim blue dusk, 
and roses are in bloom. It is far too early even to 
dream of frost. 
