J. Edwin Orr tells of the tour where, "we walked round a beautiful garden which occupied a former piece of waste land. The gardener showed us round. 'Those are beautiful roses,' we said to him. 'I planted them,' replied the gardener, with justified pride. 'What a beautifully-cut hedge!' we remarked next. 'I trimmed that,' he said. At the garden gate, we found an old fellow watching a smoking heap of refuse. 'What have you been doing?' 'Working at the garden,' he said. 'Well then, what have you to show for your labour?' 'Nothing, Sir,' he replied. 'Then you cannot have been working!' we told him. 'Sir,' he asserted, 'When we came here, this garden was a piece of waste land, overgrown with weeds, full of stones and sand, swampy in one corner, and pretty hopeless all round.' We got interested. 'Well, sir,' he went on, 'I broke up the land, and I destroyed the weeds, and dug out the sto...