AN ORCHID FARM. 209 
ful and-*are and costly are measured here by the 
yard—so many feet of this piled up on the stage, 
so many of the other, from all quarters of the 
world, waiting the leisure of these busy agricul- 
turists. Nor can we spare them more than a 
gelance. The next house is filled with Odonto- 
glossums, planted out like “bedding stuff” in a 
nursery, awaiting their turn to be potted. They 
make a carpet so close, so green, that flowers are 
not required to charm the eye as it surveys the 
long perspective. The rest are occupied just now 
with cargoes of imported plants. 
My pages are filled—to what poor purpose, 
seeing how they might have been used for such a 
theme, no one could be so conscious as I. 
