An Architect's Garden 
adorned the mansion of the worthy Dr. 
Rush. 
In those first months we made as much 
of the garden as we set out to build, but 
the straight path from the house ran only 
to the lower square garden, where grape- 
hyacinths and columbines filled the corners 
in the spring, where coreopsis made summer 
gay, and where the year ended with the glow 
of dwarf chrysanthemums. Jt was a trial 
to look out from the dining-room balcony 
at so pleasant a place, and yet be unable to 
reach it except by the front door and a walk 
around a crooked path. How pleasant it 
would have been to have had some steps 
straight from the house to the garden. 
But steps—if of marble—are costly things ; 
why not then follow the same method with 
these as with those already in the garden,— 
buy old ones ? Or, better yet, why not find 
THE PERGOLA FROM THE HOUSE 
a place where old houses were being torn 
down, and offer to take the steps away ? 
No sooner said than done. It chanced that 
a great double flight, of years gone by, with 
its honest wrought-iron railing, fell to our 
share. The wrecker seemed glad enough to 
have the steps taken off his hands, if we 
would but pay for the hauling, and we were 
glad enough to get them on such terms. It 
took some little ingenuity to fit them to 
BLUE FLAGS IN MAY “ SEVENOAKS” 
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