It was rather late in the season, but most of them came up.

I was pleased with the garden, but sorry I had not made it myself.
One afternoon I got away from the office considerably earlier than usual, and I hurried home to enjoy the short period of daylight that I should have before supper.

It had been raining the day before, and as the bottom of our garden leaked so that earthy water trickled down at one end of our bed-room, I intended to devote a short time to stuffing up the cracks in the ceiling or bottom of the deck--whichever seems the most appropriate.
But when I reached a bend in the river road, whence I always had the earliest view of my establishment, I did not have that view.

I hurried on.

The nearer I approached the place where I lived, the more horror-stricken I became.