You won't be half so likely to be trodden on, believe ME! My, how that golden glow of yours is blooming! Your garden looks fine.

Poor Elizabeth always took such care of it." "I love it," said Anne.

"I'm glad it's so full of old-fashioned flowers.

Speaking of gardening, we want to get a man to dig up that little lot beyond the fir grove and set it out with strawberry plants for us.

Gilbert is so busy he will never get time for it this fall.
Do you know anyone we can get ?" "Well, Henry Hammond up at the Glen goes out doing jobs like that.
He'll do, maybe.