[Mary’s Meadow by Juliana Horatia Ewing]@TWC D-Link bookMary’s Meadow CHAPTER XII 22/73
"T' feast" = the village feast, an annual festival and fair, for which most houses in that district are cleaned within and whitewashed without.] Possibly some of the Chippendale chairs also fell to the hatchet and fed the flames, but most of them bore neglect as well as hardy perennials, and when Queen Anne houses and "old Chips" came into fashion again, there was routing and rummaging from attic to cellar, in farmhouse and cottage, and the banished furniture went triumphantly back to its own place. I first saw single dahlias in some "little gardens" in Cheshire, five or six years ago.
No others had ever been cultivated there.
In these quiet nooks the double dahlia was still a new-fangled flower.
If the single dahlias yet hold their own, those little gardens must now find themselves in the height of the floral fashion, with the unusual luck of the conservative old woman who "wore her bonnet till the fashions came round again." It is such little gardens which have kept for us the Blue Primrose, the highly fragrant Summer Roses (including Rose de Meaux, and the red and copper Briar), countless beautiful varieties of Daffy-down-dillies, and all the host of sweet, various and hardy flowers which are now returning, like the Chippendale chairs, from the village to the hall. It is still in cottage gardens chiefly that the Crown Imperial hangs its royal head.
One may buy small sheaves of it in the Taunton market-place on early summer Saturdays.
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