"You are all wrong," I said, "made wrong from the beginning, and I can't alter you, but as you are the only one we have I must just make the best of you. One thing I can do, and that is to have down the old holly hedge and make a pergola."
So I approached the Others.
They agreed at once that we wanted vistas, and jumped at the pergola, but Jim shook his head.
"No go," said he, and said no more.
"But I am not sure about a vista of cabbages and onions," remarked a cautious One. "I don't like them in any form."
"But I should have borders of flowers everywhere," and the Visitor's picture rose in my mind. "You don't mind asparagus."
"No, if you can keep your vistas to that."
"But a pergola! Mary, that sounds a large order."
"Yes. But this is a thing that affects us all, so we must all make an effort."
"Does your effort mean £ s. d.?"