garden-paths

And his imagination pictured the garden-paths, flowers and fruit, starling cotes, the carp in the pond, and all that sort of thing, you know.

The Wife 2004

She took to walking up and down the garden-paths, looking into the hearts of flowers, and not thinking what they were.

The Romantic Adventures of a Milkmaid 2003

It was too horribly genuine; and rang down the rambling garden-paths as she and her troubadour disappeared into the dark thickets.

The Complete Father Brown 2003

It was too horribly genuine; and rang down the rambling garden-paths as she and her troubadour disappeared into the dark thickets.

The Complete Father Brown 2003

No woman was to be seen in the garden-paths; a man, in a butler's apron and a silk skullcap, came and went, his arms piled high with gowns and scarves, and all manner of strange odds and ends.

In and out of Three Normady Inns Anna Bowman Dodd

A few evenings ago I trusted him to wheel the perambulator about the garden-paths, but, becoming anxious in a very few minutes to know what he was about, I went to look for him.

Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science Volume 17, No. 100, April, 1876 Various

For the rest, monotonous walks up and down the garden-paths in small parties, or about the dreary roads two and two in long lines, was their only exercise, and even in this they were restricted to such a severe propriety of demeanour that it almost seemed as if the object were to teach them to move without betraying the fact that they had legs.

The Beth Book Being a Study of the Life of Elizabeth Caldwell Maclure, a Woman of Genius Sarah Grand

Paris, the Boulevards, and the Champs Élysées were too attractive to a pleasure-seeker like myself to allow me to content myself with the pale attractions of Monceaux, but I went there with my sister once or twice, because French etiquette forbade her walking even in these quiet garden-paths alone.

Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. XVI., December, 1880. Various

We went, and, wandering again through the garden-paths, she brushed the dew with her trailing festal garments, and plucked the great blue convolvuli to crown her forehead.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 11, No. 67, May, 1863 Various

The low sun threw his shadow, very large and very black, on the trim garden-paths, as he went down to the stables and ordered his pony.

The Short-story William Patterson Atkinson