The garden itself was forever trying to draw the little house into it; 
many vast-growing vines of ivy, wisteria, and briar rose were deeply engaged in 
the important project of climbing the walls, using the turtle-shell-colored 
copper drainpipes, and the rough surfaces of the brick and mortar, as 
fingerholds. The slate roof of the cottage was phosphorescent with moss. From 
time to time, Constable Moore would charge into the breach with a pair of 
trimmers and cut away some of the vines that so prettily framed the view 
through Nell's glass doors, lest they imprison her.