There were fragrant bushes of lavender and rosemary, and beds of sweet herbs, thyme, and basil and fennel and salsafy, for Miss Carson believed in some of the old-fashioned remedies, and made salves and ointments and hair washes from the products of her garden.

The orchard, full of pink-blossomed apple trees, was a refreshing sight.

They opened a little gate, and walked under a wealth of drooping flowers to the poultry yard that lay at the further side.
Everything here was on the most up-to-date system.

Pens of beautiful white Leghorns, Black Minorcas and Buff Orpingtons were kept in wired inclosures, each with its own henhouse and scratching-shed full of straw.

Miss Heald took Winona inside to inspect the patent nesting-boxes, and the grit-cutting machine.