A Romance in a Garden
more patient and helpful to her! But I did not know, for I was a very thoughtless boy. Now it came to pass one day that an idea entered my head as I saw my moth
more patient and helpful to her! But I did not know, for I was a very thoughtless boy.
Now it came to pass one day that an idea entered my head as I saw my mother seated with her pale cheek resting upon her hand, looking out over old Brownsmith`s garden, which was just then at its best. It was summer time, and wherever you looked there were flowers--not neat flower-beds, but great clumps and patches of roses, and sweet-williams and pinks, and carnations, that made the air thick with their sweet odours. Her eyes were half closed, and every now and then I saw her draw in a long breath, as if she were enjoying the sweet scent.
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