"Come out of the kitchen!" calls the gay little garden of nodding 'flowers. Tired from a long morning in the kitchen, you obey the summons. But as you look about your garden, admiring and piking the flowers, do you not feel that there is something missing? And then you realize how nice it would be to have a shady retreat where you could sit to shell the peas or pare the apples and at the same time enjoy your garden. And you dream of so many other garden features which would fit into this or that place--a sun-dial at the crossing of the paths, or a bird house standing guard over the stately hollyhocks.