Snapdragon, sweet-william, marigolds, and scented clove carnations, were all to be found there: also there was thyme, mint, sage, and other pot-herbs.

And the whole perfumed space was girdled by trees old and young, which stood back from the emerald beauty of untrimmed lawns.

A more ideal spot for a dreamer, or an artist, or a hermit, or for the straying prince of a fairy tale, it would have been quite impossible to find.

Miss Greeby's vigorous and coarse personality seemed to break in a noisy manner--although she did not utter a single word--the enchanted silence of the solitary place.
However, the intruder was too matter-of-fact to trouble about the sequestered liveliness of this unique dwelling.

She strode across the lawns, and passing beyond the monoliths, marched like an invader up the narrow path between the radiant flower-beds.