And so ends the story of a year, and of its little gardens. Also of Prue and Davy, who owned the little gardens, and of her who was called big Prue and of him who was called the Chief Gardener. Other years will bring other gardens, and other summers. Prue and Davy will grow older, and learn more and more with each year that passes. But no year will ever be happier and no gardens ever brighter than those to which we are now saying good-by.
Transcriber's Notes
Minor punctuation errors corrected on pages [16], [68], [104], [105], [214], [219], [276], [285], [294], [297], [328].
Slight discrepancies in some of the titles given in the Table of Contents and those given at the beginning of each section have been retained here.
Original spellings and hyphenation have been retained except in the cases of these apparent typographical errors:
Page [23], "lovelly" changed to "lovely." (I never saw anything so lovely...)
Page [60], "no" changed to "not." (...not to look at their garden...)