THE LITTLE GARDENS. I AM now going to tell you of another great amusement these little children had, and this was, a garden of their own. I dare say some of you will remember, directly, that it was just the size of poor Taff's prison on the common. Their Papa had given them two small pieces of ground, and their Mamma had bought two spades, two rakes, and two hoes, one for each of them; a broom, a watering-pot, and a very pretty wheelbarrow. The two little gardens were divided by a gravel walk, at the end of which was a wall. Here Richard had made them a little arbour, with a nice seat in it, and in the summer they sowed convolvulus, sweet peas and other creeping plants, which were trained over it, and looked very pretty, besides making a pleasant shade. They settled between them that they would have one of the gardens for flowers, and the other for fruit. Just one little slip was to be left for radishes and small salad,—that is mustard and cress. They had a very nice strawberry-bed, and at one side a little hedge of gooseberries and currants; but, trained against the wall, was what they were most fond of, a fine cherry-tree. In the flower-bed their Mamma planted for them |