Clara Ingram Judson, Mary Jane—Her Visit
“ For right there in front of her, just as plain as day as though it had been growing a whole spring, was her own garden! Yes, her very own garden! With the nasturtiums in front and the marigolds next and the young lettuce in the back. Mary Jane could hardly believe her eyes! "Why—but—how—I thought gardens stayed in one town!" she finally exclaimed. "They do usually," said Grandfather and his eyes twinkled with pleasure over her surprise, "usually they do." "But my garden didn't," stammered Mary Jane. "Did it come on a train like I did?" "No," laughed Grandfather; "guess again." ”
