OLD-FASHIONED FLOWERS 



their familiar smiles. They no longer 

 have the right to receive the guest with 

 artless little cries of welcome at the 

 gilded gates of the mansion. They are 

 forbidden to prattle near the steps, to 

 twitter in the marble vases, to hum their 

 tune beside the lakes, to lisp their dialeft 

 along the borders. A few of them have 

 been relegated to the kitchen-garden, 

 in the neglefted and, for that matter, 

 delightful corner occupied by the me- 

 dicinal or merely aromatic plants, the 

 Sage, the Tarragon, the Fennel and the 

 Thyme, old servants, too, dismissed . 

 and nourished through a sort of pity or 

 mechanical tradition. Others have ta- 

 ken refuge by the stables, near the low 

 door of the kitchen or the cellar, where 



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