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with joy. Here the tall stalks, coming from old 

 bulbs, were sheltered by the flowers from others of 

 graded heights, and the whole stood out against a 

 ground of either green Lilac, Privet or Hawthorn 

 bushes. Even here on the edge of Lonetown the 

 home -loving woman's hand had planted bushes of 

 English May, which, less transient than humanity, 

 stayed behind to whisper of her native land to 

 the spring moon, if none else heeded. 



If you wish to know how far New England is 

 bone of Old England, trace the ancestry of these 

 plants that have "escaped from gardens"! 



The near slope was gay also with Orange Day 

 and Blackberry Lilies, but these seemed pale when 

 brought into close contrast with the barbaric black 

 spotted Tiger Flower of the recurved, clawed 

 petals. 



"Camera or water -color box?" I said to Flower 

 Hat. 



"Both, and then, ten to one, we miss it wholly," 

 she answered, going cautiously to the well to let 

 down her water -cup by a string, for old wells are 

 treacherous, both to drink or to dip from, and had 

 best be left alone. 



"You take the chimney and single Lily and I'll 

 try the easiest group," she added; "because the 



