"This is the only way I can do my bit," the old lady explained, "by helping with the world's food supply. My eyes are bad and I cannot sew, my fingers are twisted and I cannot knit, and Dennis is old—but we plan the garden and plant—"
And that night Jean said to Derry, "I am glad there were flowers to make it lovesome—and I am glad there were vegetables to make it right."
So he drew a waving field of corn back of the dream cottage, and tomatoes and peas to the right and left—with onions in a stiff row along the border, and potatoes storming the hillside. But the gate which led to the Lovesome Garden was open wide, so that one might see the Cupid as he rode his swan.
THE LAST DAY
It was on the tenth day that Derry said, "We have our house and the furniture for it, and we have built an altar, and found our friends, and we have planted a garden—what shall we do on the last day?"
And Jean said, rather unexpectedly, "We will go to the circus."
"To the circus?"
"Yes. And take the children—they are dying to go, and Margaret can't. It is up to you and me, Derry."
Even Nurse was to stay behind. "We'll have them all to ourselves."
Derry was dubious, a little hurt. "It seems rather queer, doesn't it, on our last day?"