ANOTHER HARDY GARDEN BOOK 



rather imperfect German before going to 

 my room, and the wondering hotel clerk, 

 who doubtless thought another mad Amer- 

 ican had appeared to cloud his serene hori- 

 zon, could give no information about them 

 beyond saying that they were supplied to 

 the hotel by a florist whose address he would 

 give me. 



The next morning, an early expedition was 

 made to the florist's garden, where we found 

 the admired plant in all stages of growth. 

 But the gardener was crusty, and even a 

 generous douceur had little softening effect. 

 He had no seeds; he was not sure where he 

 bought the seeds; the plant did not bear the 

 tall stalks until two years old if wintered in 

 a cold frame, or three years if grown in the 

 open ground and protected in Winter by a 

 heavy mulch; and, last of all, the name of 

 the plant, Campanula pyramidalis, was 

 dragged from him. I determined to have 

 these flowers in my garden, and set about 

 their pursuit at once upon my return. 

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