Jims himself did n't mind much . He liked the smaller rooms in their former home better , but the Garden of Spices made up for all . It was such a beautiful spot . Just inside the wall was a row of aspen poplars that always talked in silvery whispers and shook their dainty , heart-shaped leaves at him . Beyond them , under scattered pines , was a rockery where ferns and wild things grew . It was almost as good as a bit of woods -- and Jims loved the woods , though he scarcely ever saw them . Then , past the pines , were roses just breaking into June bloom -- roses in such profusion as Jims had n't known existed , with dear little paths twisting about among the bushes . It seemed to be a garden where no frost could blight or rough wind blow . When rain fell it must fall very gently . Past the roses one saw a green lawn , sprinkled over now with the white ghosts of dandelions , and dotted with ornamental trees . The trees grew so thickly that they almost hid the house to which the garden pertained . It was a large one of grey-black stone , with stacks of huge chimneys . Jims had no idea who lived there . He had asked Aunt Augusta and Aunt Augusta had frowned and told him it did not matter who lived there and that he must never , on any account , mention the next house or its occupant to Uncle Walter . Jims would never have thought of mentioning them to Uncle Walter . But the prohibition filled him with an unholy and unsubduable curiosity . He was devoured by the desire to find out who the folks in that tabooed house were . And he longed to have the freedom of that garden . Jims loved gardens . There had been a garden at the little house but there was none here -- nothing but an old lawn that had been fine once but was now badly run to seed .
Jims had heard Uncle XXXXX say that he was going to have it attended to but nothing had been done yet .
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