They're too brand new and plateglassy.

But this little spot is a dream--and its name--but wait till you see it." They saw it as they walked up the pine-fringed hill from the park.

Just on the crest, where Spofford Avenue petered out into a plain road, was a little white frame house with groups of pines on either side of it, stretching their arms protectingly over its low roof.

It was covered with red and gold vines, through which its green-shuttered windows peeped.

Before it was a tiny garden, surrounded by a low stone wall.
October though it was, the garden was still very sweet with dear, old-fashioned, unworldly flowers and shrubs--sweet may, southern-wood, lemon verbena, alyssum, petunias, marigolds and chrysanthemums.