8/8 I made a desert island in the garden, which only lacked the geography-book peculiarity of "water all round" it. I planted beans in the fond hope that they would tower to the skies and take me with them. I became--in fancy--Lord Mayor of London, and Mrs.Bundle shared my civic throne and dignities, and we gave Rubens six beefeaters and a barge to wait upon his pleasure. I grew strong, and stout, and well, and happy. |