There were tiny flower beds in the center; baby palms, patchouli plants and a maze of interlacing vines marked the edges of this wonderful garden in mid-air.

Cool fountains sprayed the air at either end of the green enclosure: the illusion was complete.
The walls surrounding the garden were three feet high and were intended to represent the typical English garden wall of brick.

To gain access to the hanging garden, one crossed a narrow bridge, which led from the second balcony of the chateau.

There was not an hour in the day when protection from the sun could not be found in this little paradise.
Bobby Browne was holding forth, with his usual exuberance, on the magnificence of the British navy.

The Marquess of B----, uncle to the Princess, swelled with pride as he sat at the table and tasted his julep through the ever-obliging straw.