OF ODD TREASURES 139 
A very difficult thing to establish, as far as my experi- 
ence goes, is the rare and dainty Chickweed Winter Green, 
Trientalis europaea, which I collected once, very carefully 
and perfectly (it is quite easy to collect), from woods in 
East Yorkshire. And yet, though given every care, 
those plants never did any good with me, and all subse- 
quent attempts to grow Trientalis europaea, or its 
stronger brother americana, resulted in dead failure. 
And then, two years ago, where no T'rientalis was or 
should have been, up a T'rientalis came, full in the middle 
of my big Pyrola rotundifolia. Now, had it lain dormant 
in the clump ever since the Pyrola was collected—or was 
it simply a wandering little white sheep from the black 
flock of T'rientalis that had all died off years before? 
And, if so, what had persuaded it to better thoughts, or 
made it take shelter under the wing of Pyrola, where I 
had never dreamt of putting it? And, now that it has 
come, it reappears again each season, and always stronger 
than before. T'rientalis is so very pretty that I earnestly 
hope he will always continue coming—a whorl of small, 
rounded, glossy leaves on a five-inch stem, and then, 
springing up on even frailer foot-stalks, one or two starry, 
white flowers, rather like a fairyfied Chickweed, as its 
common name implies. 
The cousinship of the Primulas closes here (for Anagallis 
tenclla belongs to the bog), and, before I go on to the 
relations of the Gentians, I must make the amende 
honorable to two or three plants that I had forgotten. 
The first of these is Eriogyna pectinata, a tiny, trailing 
collateral of the Saxifrages, who, with fine, ferny foliage, 
throws long rooting runners about in shady corners of the 
rock-work, with small spikes of blossom like tiny spiraeas. 
Then comes Convolvulus: be very wary of that loveliest 
and worst of weeds, C. arvensis, whose rosy, wide trum- 
pets may plead with you for a welcome. Admit it: in 
