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The tears began to run down the poor ho woed to run out, or I should have caught

her complaint

"I ht;" and I went

off down the garden to say "Good-bye" to the men and women, and have a

few last words with Ike

As I went down the garden I suddenly began to feel that for a long time

past it had been my home, and that every tree I passed was an old

friend I had not known it before, but it strucka cal away

to fresh troubles and cares aers, and it seeain

Todown the path that I had traversed

that day so long ago, when I first went to buy soht back her illness, and the terrible

trouble that had followed Then I seemed to see myself up at the

over the wall there, at Mrs Beeton's, watching the garden, and Shock

throwing dabs of clay at me with the stick

"Poor old Shock!" I said "I wonder whether he'll be glad when I' about how funny it was that we had never beco friendly, and then I turned , for I