conservative English garden. Pansies smile in their little bed, and
although the nasturtium, the wild-growing, happy-go-lucky nasturtium,
goes visiting around among all his neighbors, he is never allowed to
interfere with those who wish to keep by themselves. The sweet peas
stay very close to their tradition of wire netting, but they are not
snobs at all, and give of their bounty to all who call. The sensuous
jasmine is there, and the cold puritanical ceneraria and old maids' pin
cushions, with fragrance of sandalwood. The red-hot-poker grows stiff
and straight, but the ragged sailor goes uncombed and untidy still.

Cosmos is coming soon, dressed in her very feminine clothes, and the
coreopsis has come on ahead. All old-timers are represented there,
honeysuckle, wormwood, petunias, rosemary, gilias, mignonette,
heliotrope and foxgloves. If they can not all be there together, all are
there at some time in the summer. Montbretia, Japanese sunflower,
larkspur, columbine and gourds all have their time and place and
opportunity in this San Francisco garden. And the hollyhocks, the bossy
things, I've a mind to leave them out. Besides I know some gossip about
them. When Zoe was away to Yosemite one morning they were all leaning
over from too much moonshine or too much sunshine and - well, I won't
repeat what the marigolds told me about them.

Besides it is time to come away from Zoe's garden, which is everybody's
garden.



Children on the Sidewalk