That was a task you set me, my girl.

You always considered BEAUTY as well as USE about the house and garden, and wherever you worked.

I had to hold my part in line." "You have made it all a garden," said mother.

"You have made it a garden growing under the smile of the Master; a very garden of the Lord, father." Father drew up her hand and held it tight against his heart.
"Your praise is sweet, my girl, sweet!" he said.

"I have tried, God knows I have tried, to make it first comfortable, then beautiful, for all of us.