The throat and part of the cup of the flower stood out from some shadow at the roots of a plant beyond; a shadow of infinite gradation, and quite without the blackness common to patches of shade as seen by untrained eyes.

From the level of my great-grandfather's view, as he lay in the grass, the border looked a mere strip; close behind it was a hedge dividing the garden from a field.

Just by the crocus there was a gap in the hedge, which in the sketch was indicated rather than drawn.

And round the corner of the bare thorn branches from the hedge-bank in the field there peeped a celandine and a daisy.

They were not nearly such finished portraits as that of the crocus.