Beatrice had many excellent rules,

and though in the enforcement of these she was strict to the verge of severity,

in the main, she was just and had her father’s full sanction for her authority.

The garden at the Parsonage was a great joy,

with its thick hedge of fuchsias,

and its beds of fragrant wallflowers,

and its standard roses growing among the grass,

and its clumps of Czar violets under the sheltered wall.

 

Here Winnie toiled early and late, getting up sometimes with the sun that she might put in an hour’s work before breakfast,

weeding, replanting, pruning, raking, and tying up.

It was chiefly owing to her exertions that the show of flowers was so good,