GARDENS OF WELL-KNOWN PEOPLE 
door of a shell-colored cottage, and leaves you to return 
upon itself into the green shade. 
Against the grayish-creamy cottage wall stand lordly 
hollyhocks, and vines clamber gaily toward the second- 
story windows. Cloisters, many-arched, of brick whose 
pink glows through their whitewash, reach out into the 
garden; or, possibly, it is the garden that through them 
attains the house. Climbing roses and clematis outline 
these arches, while small, vivid blossoms crowd each 
other in the narrow beds close to the house. Toward 
the sea, from a terrace floored with brick and guarded 
by a low and very broad balustrade of stone slabs 
on short brick pillars, the view lies open to the sky. 
A lawn stretches down to a wattled fence, over which 
crimson roses tumble, while above it clumps of lark¬ 
spur raise their tall spikes, vying with the intense blue 
of the bay. Where the dense tangle of the little wood 
ends, other garden flowers grow in a charming, untram¬ 
meled fashion, and an ancient carved marble bench or 
two from Italy wait in an immortal calm for some 
leisure-loving soul. Practically that is all there is to 
the garden, but it seems to be as big as the world, it 
is so entirely sufficient, so wild and yet so petted, so 
harmonious with the immensities of sea and sky that 
wrap it round, so intimately connected with the house 
to which it belongs. A flame of scarlet in the right 
spot, a tree of noble form, a sense of gentle peace and 
sure protection, the companionship of house and bosket, 
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