Well, I remember," Van went on, "that we had some good talk." The talk, Nanda's face implied, had become dim to her; but there were other things.

"You know he's a great gardener--I mean really one of the greatest.

His garden's like a dinner in a house where the person--the person of the house--thoroughly knows and cares." "I see.

And he sends you dishes from the table." "Often--every week.

It comes to the same thing--now that he's in town his gardener does it." "Charming of them both!" Vanderbank exclaimed.