The plans for ihe Poet’s Garden only suggested effects 
what plants were to make them 
without giving details of 
Equally alluring was the Practical Garden plan — it looked like a body-blow at the 
high cost of living 
“ I believe he means us to have a garden — like these, perhaps." 
“We stand a good show to have a garden—like any kind — on 
our superb suburban villa plot — we do!" Uncle Elijah’s 
nephew was irritated. 
“But look! — this is our house, just as it stands on the land, 
with all the rooms just as they are, and everything. And here it 
is again on the other one — the Practical Garden — just the same. 
These plans are for our own superb suburban villa plot, if you 
please, Harrison Chalmers!” 
Which was the truth, unmistakably, though they had not found 
it out until this belated inspection. “But, plans are queer when 
you aren't used to them,” defends Harriet, rather sheepishly, 
now, “and we weren’t either of us used to them.” 
Here they are, just as they spread them out on the card table 
that storm-bound Christmas night — except that the signature of 
the artist who prepared them is left off. Do not make the mis¬ 
take of supposing that Uncle Elijah had made them himself. Oh, 
no, indeed! That was not like him. He had been to the archi¬ 
tect who had built the house, and then he had been to a landscape 
architect — and then he had brought these two together, tactfully. 
And between them all—Uncle Elijah included, for he has always 
been a great gardener, and has a great garden of his own — they 
