The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1911-10-19
Their Day
Dream

There ought to be . garden out In
'front.'" said Mrs. Neyrock suddenly
from the depths Of the porch ham.
mock.
Bully idea!" agreed Neyrock from
the steamer chair. Lets make one!"
"Let's!" agreed Mrs. Neyrock.
They sprung to their feet stimuli
taneously and dashed out through the
porch screen door. The Neyrocks a.
ways do things that way. .Neyroch
had said when he came over to his
country home for the weekend that
he wanted q complete rest, but NE
garden idea hit him.
Nov, let's see," Neyrock unused q
he grabbed the rake In one hand and
the broom in the other from whore
they had been left against q tree.
Lets have It rambling and Wild In.
stead Of formal. There must be wind.
ing paths"
"And odd.shaped BEDS" from Mrs.
Neyrock. %You can't dig with rake,
Henry. Get the spade"
Neyrock had spaded up quite bit
Of earth when Lillmire came along.
Lillmire is the sort of summer resort.
er who dons spotless white hannels
and a soft hat, never steps of the
walk and fancies that he is getting
close to nature.
"Hello!" said Lillmire over the front
rail fence. "Will you please tell me
why you are spelling the grass?"
There isn't any grass" insisted
Neyrock. "Only this scrubby stun.
am making a garden"
"You should plan it on paper frst,"
said Lillmire. otherwise how in the
world do you know whether you are
digging beds or paths?"
That's So" said Mrs. Neyrock. "l'n
get some paper!"
you must have a pool In It," added
Lillmire as he moved along.
"Ill get the galvanized iron tub
from the WE'LL" said Neyrock at that,
"and put 1t down here-this is the
pool"
I'VE might carry the bricks left
! over from the barn foundation" sug.
sested Mrs. Neyrock brightly, "and
lay them down to outline roughly the
walks and beds!"
Splendid idea" said Neyrock.
At once they dropped the rake, the
spade. the broom and the papers and
pencils and began carrying bricks.
They bad to scatter them far apart to
outline everything. Just as they were
finishing the Crayfoots stopped thein
automobile out IN front. .
How do?" said Crayfoot II hadn't
any idea any one here was going to
start a brickyard. Send me over .
load for my new chicken house, will
you?"
TITS q garden" explained Mrs. Ney.
rock. rather shortly. She was con.
scious that her hair was stringy, her
dress horribly muddy and her usually
white hands q sight from carrying
brick.
"oh!" murmured Mrs. Crayfoot from
the machine, with all the exasperat.
ing sweetness of one in frilly, fluffy,
immaculate attire. do you like that
sort of thing?"
"Cat!" muttered Mrs. Neyrock in.
tensely as the machine plowed on.
"She Just loved to make me feel like q
day laborer! Henry, can't get the
idea of pool from an empty tub
I'm going to turn the hose into it and
fill it,"
"All right" agreed Neyrock. 1T think
we're getting on splendidly. We prob
ably can't get it all done today. but
We can sketch it out. There ought to
be an arbor at this curve in the walk,
with vines over it"
Get the stepladder. and set it there
so We'll remember it's an arbor, then"
directed Mrs. Neyrock 81 wish~I had
something to sit on--gardening is hard
work."
Here" said Neyrock, turning over
the hose reel. "sit on this"
Il am planning whether to have
roses or peoples here" unused Mrs.
Neyrock. cor would you advise tulips?"
do you suppose there would be
any room left for a few tomato
vines?" inquired her husband.
1--WE heard of gardens that had
parsley instead of candytuft for Dor.
ders." said Mrs. Neyrock eagerly.
"Hello!", said Bingle from over the
fence. What is the trouble? Has
there been q fire. that you've moved
everything into the front yard? But
why save the bricks?"
This" said Neyrock with as much
dignity as one can show when there
is earth on ones face. when perspira.
ton has soaked ones collar and when
ones shoes are covered with mud. lis
a garden!"
There will be roses here" ex.
planned Mrs Neyrock, pointing at the
spade, land an arbor there" waving
her hand at the stepladder. land the
main walk runs along that rake and
think I'll have nasturtiums here and
pink phlox over"
"F1ne!" said Bingle. But of course
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