"Mary, Mary, quite contrairy,
How does your garden grow?"
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SEASON I.—WINTER | 3 |
SEASON II.—SPRING | 71 |
SEASON III.—SUMMER | 127 |
SEASON IV.—AUTUMN | 191 |
INDEX | 253 |
"Now is the winter of my discontent."
I have not had charge of mygarden very long; and I amnot sure that I should haveundertaken such a charge hadthere been anyone else to doit. But there was no one else, and it soobviously needed doing.
Of course there was the gardener—I shallhave to allude to him occasionally—but justnow I will only mention the fact that hisgreatest admirer could not have acc