ANOTHER HARDY GARDEN BOOK 



in clumps of one or two dozen of a kind, 

 but the rarer and more expensive varieties 

 had only from four to six in a group. 



The names of the Lilies somewhat phased 

 the men. I asked one the name of the bulbs 

 on a large package he had just laid down. 

 After a moment's study, he replies, "Oh, 

 they're the Long-i-fellows." 



The last of November the beds had a 

 heavy cover of coarse manure. I was 

 afraid of stable litter or leaves, for fear 

 that field mice might burrow in and eat 

 the bulbs. Then came the terrible winter 

 with a degree of cold which that wise 

 person "the oldest inhabitant" described as 

 unknown in his lifetime, and with it the 

 fears that little in the new garden would 

 survive. But the kindly snow spread over 

 all a warm white blanket, which remained 

 from December until March. The garden 

 was uncovered the last of March and by 

 mid-April the beds were green with the 

 shoots of Iris and the bronze-green of the 

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