Out of one window I can see the garden – those
mysterious, deep-shaded ferns, roses just beginning to show their faces, and orchard
trees fat with oranges. What a lovely countryside this is, full of
great elms and velvet meadows. Let’s go outside, you and I. Walk with me,
down this shadowed, winding road. Can you smell the rotting fruit? They say this house has been empty for years. They’re wrong.