Just outside Haarlem the road passes the tiniest deer park that ever I saw--with a great house, great trees, a lawn and a handful of deer all packed as close as they can be.

Now and then one sees a stork's nest high on a pole before a house.
On leaving the green and luxuriant flat country a climbing pave road winds in and out among the pines on the edge of the dunes; past little villas, belonging chiefly to Amsterdam business men, each surrounded by a naked garden with the merest suggestion of a boundary.

For the Dutch do not like walls or hedges.

This level open land having no natural secrecy, it seems as if its inhabitants had decided there should be no artificial secrecy either.

When they sit in their gardens they like to be seen.