1 They came to the little garden gate.
2 Constance heard him go down the garden path.
3 Behind, there were really beautiful gardens.
4 He went in front of her down the garden path to hold the gate.
5 Connie emerged in the farm's little front garden, shut in by a privet hedge.
6 It was a sunny day, and Connie was working in the garden, and Mrs Bolton was helping her.
7 She stood in the little front garden, looking at the dewy flowers, the grey bed of pinks in bud already.
8 The oaks were putting out ochre yellow leaves: in the garden the red daisies were like red plush buttons.
9 If there were coal under Sandringham, I would open a mine on the lawns, and think it first-rate landscape gardening.
10 But this is a later stage of King Edward's landscape gardening, the sort that has an ornamental coal-mine on the lawn.
11 But a thread of smoke rose from the chimney, and the little railed-in garden in the front of the house was dug and kept very tidy.
12 In the little garden the double daffodils rose in tufts, near the wide-open door, and red double daisies made a border to the path.
13 It was a warm spring day, with a perfume of earth and of yellow flowers, many things rising to bud, and the garden still with the very sap of sunshine.
14 It was not a very old house, and pleasant, with the terraces looking seawards, and below, quite a big garden with dark trees, walled in from the lagoon.
15 But if you looked, you saw on the left rows of handsome 'modern' dwellings, set down like a game of dominoes, with spaces and gardens, a queer game of dominoes that some weird 'masters' were playing on the surprised earth.'
16 He could wheel himself about in a wheeled chair, and he had a bath-chair with a small motor attachment, so he could drive himself slowly round the garden and into the fine melancholy park, of which he was really so proud, though he pretended to be flippant about it.