Happy Days

Chapter 28

"It"s too early for them," said James hastily. "You won"t get primroses now before April."

"Don"t say "now," as if it were my fault. Why didn"t you plant them earlier? I don"t believe you know any of the tricks of your profession, James. You never seem to graft anything or prune anything, and I"m sure you don"t know how to cut a slip. James, why don"t you prune more? Prune now--I should like to watch you. Where"s your pruning-hook? You can"t possibly do it with a rake."

James spends most of his day with a rake--sometimes leaning on it, sometimes working with it. The beds are always beautifully kept. Only the most hardy annual would dare to poke his head up and spoil the smooth appearance of the soil. For those who like circles and rectangles of unrelieved brown, James is undoubtedly the man.

As I stood in the sun I had a brilliant idea.

"James," I said, "we"ll cut the croquet lawn this afternoon."

"You can"t play croquet to-day, it"s not warm enough."

"I don"t pay you to argue, but to obey. At the same time I should like to point out that I never said I was going to play croquet. I said that we, meaning you, would cut the lawn."

"What"s the good of that?"

"Why, to encourage the wonderful day, of course. Where is your grat.i.tude, man? Don"t you want to do something to help? How can we let a day like this go past without some word of welcome? Out with the mower, and let us hail the pa.s.sing of winter."

James looked at me in disgust.

"Grat.i.tude!" he said indignantly to Heaven. "And there"s my eleven crocuses in the front all a-singing together like anything on three bob a week!"

XXIV. THE LANDSCAPE GARDENER

Really I know nothing about flowers. By a bit of luck, James, my gardener, whom I pay half-a-crown a week for combing the beds, knows nothing about them either; so my ignorance remains undiscovered. But in other people"s gardens I have to make something of an effort to keep up appearances. Without flattering myself I may say that I have acquired a certain manner; I give the impression of the garden lover, or the man with shares in a seed-company, or--or something.

For instance, at Creek Cottage, Mrs. Atherley will say to me, "That"s an _Amphilobertus Gemini_," pointing to something which I hadn"t noticed behind a rake.

"I am not a bit surprised," I say calmly.

"And a _Gladiophinium Banksii_ next to it."

"I suspected it," I confess in a hoa.r.s.e whisper.

Towards flowers whose names I know I adopt a different tone.

"Aren"t you surprised to see daffodils out so early?" says Mrs. Atherley with pride.

"There are lots out in London," I mention casually. "In the shops."

"So there are grapes," says Miss Atherley.

"I was not talking about grapes," I reply stiffly.

However at Creek Cottage just now I can afford to be natural; for it is not gardening which comes under discussion these days, but landscape-gardening, and any one can be an authority on that. The Atherleys, fired by my tales of Sandringham, Chatsworth, Arundel, and other places where I am constantly spending the week-end, are re-adjusting their two-acre field. In future it will not be called "the garden," but "the grounds."

I was privileged to be shown over the grounds on my last visit to Creek Cottage.

"Here," said Mrs. Atherley, "we are having a plantation. It will keep the wind off; and we shall often sit here in the early days of summer.

That"s a weeping ash in the middle. There"s another one over there.

They"ll be lovely, you know."

"What"s that?" I asked, pointing to a bit of black stick on the left; which, even more than the other trees, gave the impression of having been left there by the gardener while he went for his lunch.

"That"s a weeping willow."

"This is rather a tearful corner of the grounds," apologised Miss Atherley. "We"ll show you something brighter directly. Look there--that"s the oak in which King Charles lay hid. At least, it will be when it"s grown a bit."

"Let"s go on to the shrubbery," said Mrs. Atherley. "We are having a new gra.s.s path from here to the shrubbery. It"s going to be called Henry"s Walk."

Miss Atherley has a small brother called Henry. Also there were eight Kings of England called Henry. Many a time and oft one of those nine Henrys has paced up and down this gra.s.sy walk, his head bent, his hands clasped behind his back; while behind his furrowed brow, who shall say what world-schemes were hatching? Is it the thought of Wolsey which makes him frown--or is he wondering where he left his catapult? Ah! who can tell us? Let us leave a veil of mystery over it ... for the sake of the next visitor.

"The shrubbery," said Mrs. Atherley proudly, waving her hand at a couple of laurel bushes, and a--I"ve forgotten its name now, but it is one of the few shrubs I really know.

"And if you"re a gentleman," said Miss Atherley, "and want to get asked here again, you"ll always _call_ it the shrubbery."

"Really, I don"t see what else you could call it," I said, wishing to be asked down again.

"The patch."

"True," I said. "I mean, Nonsense."

I was rather late for breakfast next morning; a pity on such a lovely spring day.

"I"m so sorry," I began, "but I was looking at the shrubbery from my window and I quite forgot the time."

"Good," said Miss Atherley.

"I must thank you for putting me in such a perfect room for it," I went on, warming to my subject. "One can actually see the shrubs--er--shrubbing. The plantation too seems a little thicker to me than yesterday."

"I expect it is."

"In fact, the tennis lawn----" I looked round anxiously. I had a sudden fear that it might be the new deer-park. "It still is the tennis lawn?"

I asked.

"Yes. Why, what about it?"

"I was only going to say the tennis lawn had quite a lot of shadows on it. Oh, there"s no doubt that the plantation is really a.s.serting itself."

Eleven o"clock found me strolling in the grounds with Miss Atherley.

"You know," I said, as we paced Henry"s Walk together, "the one thing the plantation wants is for a bird to nest in it. That is the hallmark of a plantation."

"It"s Mother"s birthday to-morrow. Wouldn"t it be a lovely surprise for her?"

"It would indeed. Unfortunately this is a matter in which you require the co-operation of a feathered friend."

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