An Englishwoman's Home

kle of your level brows over these cryptic words, can almost hear you

ften between us, when we had those wonderful talks in the summer of 1913. Once I remember I removed it gently out of your

ou so much approved, the red rose of the window h

te travel year, owing to George's feverish desire to transport you to the particular bit of Germany he had so long idealised. I am thinking now of his chastened demeanour when he brought you b

edar wood box. It so happens that it is the one intimate thing I have brought here with me. It was picked up in the garden with part of its contents scattered, after mak

the wonderful conveniences to which you are accustomed in your own home. You allowed it the defects of its quality, nay, I even believe that you loved them. Did you not put your hand over my mouth when I au

ng to the winding river, and the delicate vistas beyond. "Oh yes," I said, "it is the only garden in the world, but the house could be improved on." Did I really say that? I know I did, not onc

oof can never shelter those we love, nor its walls echo the happy laughter which doeth good like a medicine. I see the bewilderment gathering in your quizzical eyes, and yo

ay across which awful shapes may at any moment race to destroy our peace, and fill us with terror and dismay. To the left, as I turn my eyes, through the window I see the gleaming nozzle of one of the big guns, with the gunners ready beside it. They are there night and day. So even

sented was so entrancing, I could not attend to my ordinary tasks, grudging every moment spent away from it. We were clearing the herbaceous borders-and planning a new scheme for enhancing the beauty of the lily pond. I had long serious discussions with the gardener, an understanding creature, about economy in bulbs. The true garden-lover would do witho

loth to leave the old inn and the everlasting hills, I said to him, "Never mind, son, next summer when Dad and I go to America to v

"These things don't happen, Mummy." He was very young when he le

d on the cliff side at the Kingdom by the Sea and his soul h

only, but in our whole family life, of a richness and nea

so far as it concerned us, was the most beautiful we hav

es in regal magnificence at our feet. The more you cut and gave away the more pe

the stuff. Our Belgian household over the way, of whose doing and being I as chairman of the Belgian Guest committee have written you so much, had ac

ave folded her tent like the A