We have a little garden, which is not much to boast of, and yet it is a dozen little gardens each full of romance for the children - lawns surrounded by flowering hedges, and intricate thickets of gooseberries and currants, and remote nooks of potatoes and peas, and high banks, down which you can slide in a sitting posture, and corners in which you come upon unexpected puppies - altogether a pocket-paradise with a sheltered cove of sand in easy reach (for 'Ginia even) just below.
Leslie Stephen, summer of 1884
