CHAPTER XXXII.
The man with a new idea is a Crank until the idea succeeds.
-- Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar.
It was Junior England all the way to Christchurch--in fact, just a garden.

And Christchurch is an English town, with an English-park annex, and a winding English brook just like the Avon--and named the Avon; but from a man, not from Shakespeare's river.

Its grassy banks are bordered by the stateliest and most impressive weeping willows to be found in the world, I suppose.

They continue the line of a great ancestor; they were grown from sprouts of the willow that sheltered Napoleon's grave in St.
Helena.

It is a settled old community, with all the serenities, the graces, the conveniences, and the comforts of the ideal home-life.