There's grubs an' there's greenfly, an' there's drout', an' wet an' cold, an' mildew, an' there's what the soil wants and starves without, an' if you haven't got it nor yet hands an' feet an' tools enough, how's things to feed, an' fight an' live--let alone bloom an' bear ?" "I don't know much about gardens," said Miss Vanderpoel, "but I can understand that." The scent of fresh bedewed things was in the air.

It was true that she had not known much about gardens, but here standing in the midst of one she began to awaken to a new, practical interest.

A creature of initiative could not let such a place as this alone.

It was beauty being slowly slain.

One could not pass it by and do nothing.
"What is your name ?" she asked "Kedgers, miss.