9 6 OLD-FASHIONED GARDENING 
for wainscoting the dining-room of his house, would 
hardly tolerate in the garden outside his own doors 
any hint of the worldliness which had been put reso¬ 
lutely behind as a menace to the soul. Pleasant to 
walk in, the space may have been, with white palings, 
or perhaps a high fence, protecting it from the outer 
world. But it was a chance pleasaunce rather than 
an intended one, with this and that and the other set 
in careless indifference to all save convenience, and 
the plants’ individual liking or necessity. 
Tradition has it that the earlier garden of Gover¬ 
nor Endicott, at his seat in Salem called “Orchard” 
and “Birchwood” variously, was the source of what 
is now perhaps the commonest field flower of all the 
United States—a flower that few ever suspect of 
being an exotic—the pestiferous white weed, the 
jubilant, smiling ox-eye daisy. From this old, old 
Salem dooryard garden it has danced to the music of 
the east wind straight across the land; up and down 
the meadows, through the long grass and the short grass, 
in along every highway and every byway, when¬ 
ever man has penetrated it has followed, gaily 
taking possession very often and driving him out 
completely. 
That Endicott valued the daisy enough to bring 
it with him to new England from old, marks him as 
a man of taste, for this flower had in ancient days 
