Their shadows upon the grass were velvet, deep and soft.

Such a tree could only have lived its life in such a garden.

At least it seemed so to me.

The high, dim-colored walls, with their curious, low corner towers and the leafage of the wall fruits spread against their brick, inclosed it embracingly, as if they were there to take care of it and its beauty.

But the tree itself seemed to have grown there in all its dignified loveliness of shadow to take care of Mrs.MacNairn, who sat under it.